Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 575

After securing the bracelet around her wrist, Theodore didn’t immediately release her hand. Instead, he cradled it within his own palm, gently caressing the back of her hand with his fingertips, as if reluctant to let go.

They hadn’t shared any intimate contact in days. Ariana longed to embrace him and seek solace in his arms, behaving like a vulnerable child. But she couldn’t. Her anger towards him still lingered, and she couldn’t compromise on her principles.

Retracting her hand, she feigned indifference. “Are you so certain that I would come tonight? What would you do with this gift if I didn’t show up?” ©

“I’m not certain whether you’ll come or not,” Theodore responded, a bitter smile playing on his lips. “But I’ll wait until eleven o’clock. If you don’t arrive, I’ll have someone send this gift to your apartment.” ©

“Can’t you deliver it to my home yourself?” Ariana couldn’t help but ask, a tinge of anger in her voice. When did he start keeping a distance from her? ©

silent for a moment before finally speaking. “If you don’t come, it means that you don’t

suffocating gloom, casting a pall over

Etched upon it were not just her initials, but Theodore’s as

had no idea whether Theodore was trying to reassure her or if he just wasn’t ready to give her the truth. Didn’t she

in Ariana’s eyes, unbeknownst until

her face, but her sorrow refused to be contained. In a quivering voice, she asked, “Theodore, what mysteries are you hiding from me?

do you guard? What am I to you? And why, oh why, do you withhold the truth

turned somber, a fleeting glimpse of dreadful cruelty flickering in his eyes before vanishing. He struggled to soften his voice, to soothe Ariana’s weeping form. His heart ached

“In my eyes, you were never perfect. Your nature encompasses both darkness and chill, dominance and self-righteousness. Yet, I love you still. At

away her tears was thwarted by her

including your flaws. Why then do you show a desire to be with me, yet doubt me and deny me the truth? What am I to you? A mere substitute? An omament?