Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 583

“Save—save my child, and keep my pregnancy a secret from everyone—”_ ©

With those words uttered, consciousness slipped away from her once more.

When Ariana awoke from her slumber, she found herself in the bed. As consciousness gradually returned, she instinctively held her lower abdomen with nervous anticipation. The memory of the searing pain in that region before she succumbed to unconsciousness still lingered. Had she lost her baby?

“Fear not, for your baby is safe and sound.” As if sensing her thoughts, a reassuring voice interrupted her anxiousness.

Relief flooded through Ariana, a cascading wave extinguishing her earlier fears. She suddenly became aware of a presence beside her. Turning, she saw a tall, slender doctor donned in a white coat, his gold-rimmed spectacles on. His youthful countenance spoke of a man in his mid-twenties.

you still feel bad?” Inquisitively, the male doctor cast a sidelong glance at the array of medical apparatus. Every reading was within the bounds of normalcy, except for a slight drop in blood pressure—a common occurrence for

stirred from her half-awakened state. Suddenly, she recalled that she had uttered some words during that haze, but she could not remember exactly what

that she was pregnant? And how was Theodore, her heart yearned to know. The train of thoughts sent bolts of pain through her head!

have a good rest these days. And try not to think

gazed up at him, curiosity dancing in her eyes. “How do you discem the tumult of my

are but a patient under my watchful eye. I possess an intimate familiarity with your condition, even the worrisome whispers that permeate your mind.” He cast

the reasons behind your plea to keep your pregnancy secret startle me, I honor your wishes and have not divulged this secret to another

brimmed with gratitude toward him, marveling at his ability to perceive her afflictions with a mere glance. Casting her gaze on the nameplate on the doctor’s white coat,

countenance, unwavering in his serious demeanor. “Also, don’t talk too much in the coming days to aid your vocal cords in their gradual

Ariana replied hoarsely, her nod an affirmation of his

the way, is Theodore, who occupies the adjacent bed, your husband?”