Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

“Stop speculating. I spoke with her, and she is married,” Debora replied. She waved her hand, attempting to quell the growing excitement of the crowd.

Unexpectedly, the revelation of Ariana’s marital status only heightened everyone’s interest. “She’s married?!” they exclaimed. The atmosphere was growing more entertaining by the minute.

“If Mr. Chadwick’s grandfather knew that his grandson had fallen in love with a married woman, he would undoubtedly be astounded!” remarked one of the intrigued onlookers.

Debora was speechless. “Let’s not jump to conclusions,” she urged, trying to curb the speculative chatter. ©

“Oh, did you hear that he asked that girl to exchange clothes with him? Who can honestly claim there’s no underlying meaning?” chimed in another voice, fueling the gossip. ©

“You’re missing the point,” interjected a well-informed observer. “Mr. Chadwick has never brought a female companion to events before. But this time, he arrived with a girl in a wheelchair. What does that imply? It means he deeply loves her.” ©

helpless in the face of

these young people. It’s simply not

the conversation. “Let’s cease discussing that and focus on our

dared not remain in the vicinity any longer. He swiftly devised an excuse and made his way

shareholder of the hotel, had ensured the provision of a special

cigarette, his mind consumed by distress. Memories of the moment when Mitchel had shielded Ariana flooded his thoughts, prompting an overwhelming

his cigarette, Theodore’s face portrayed a distant, uncaring look. Witnessing Mitchel’s behavior towards Ariana at the hospital had triggered a sense of suspicion within him. There was something amiss about Mitchel. His indifference towards everyone except for Ariana was quite

medical summit was no ordinary event; access was almost impossible without accomplishments in the medical field. Yet, not only had Mitchel managed to attend, but it seemed that certain individuals were attempting to curry favor

was undoubtedly no ordinary

door interrupted his contemplation. Adrian entered, holding a stack

the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray, he let out a sigh before taking a seat. Placing the documents on the table, he said, “Take a look. It turns out