Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 427

How could she be so adorable? All he could think about was winning over her heart and body so completely that anyone else would never get the chance to have her.

In the kitchen, Ariana squatted in front of the double-door refrigerator, rummaging through the ingredients in the fridge with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. With her eyebrows furrowed, she complained about the lack of ingredients inside the fridge. Considering Theodore’s picky personality, she couldn’t understand how he had been able to put up with eating dried bread and instant food every day.

She looked everywhere she could, but she couldn’t find any serviceable ingredients.

Theodore sat on the side quietly, his eyes following Ariana as she bustled about, his gaze never straying as if he was the kind of husband who could never stand their wife leaving their sight for even asecond. ©

Of course, he noticed Ariana’s discontent, so he explained casually, “Aside from an old man responsible for the daily maintenance and cleanliness of the manor, | never let anyone come in here. Horace drops by occasionally, but only to send me things, and he only puts them at the door of the villa. That old man doesn’t know how to cook, so, whenever I stay here, I eat what I have here.”

this, Ariana tried her best to resist her mouth

back to Theodore, and the smile in her

about whether Helen had stayed the night, but now she was convinced that Helen had never been here. How could a delicate woman like her, as a patient with poor health, bear to eat what one could

need? I’ll ask

and didn’t turn to look at him, trying to appear demure. She turned around, got some paper, and

the ingredients she listed had something to do with Theodore’s favorite dishes. For fear

escape Theodore’s observation. He didn’t show he noticed and was extremely cheerful when he took the paper and handed it

returned with the

and didn’t go in. As a senior special assistant with excellent working ability, he would never be

curled up, the hustle and bustle of the kitchen that

fumbled for the button of