Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 721

“Was there anyone here a few days ago?” Ariana asked, staring at the Lights in the house too.

“I don’t think so, but I’m not sure.” The administrator scratched his head in bewilderment. “This place is pretty desolate, so we rarely get any tenants. I don’t come by here very often, either. I’LL drop by to arrange the cleaning once a month, and I won’t come here unless there’s business. To be honest, you’re the first person who’s shown interest in renting this month.”

The administrator sounded quite pleased by this, but Ariana’s attention was still drawn to the house where the lights had mysteriously turned on.

Without taking her eyes off the Lit house, she asked the administrator, “Do you know anything about the owner of that house?”

“There used to be an elderly couple and their young daughter living there. The couple passed away in an accident, and I think their relatives inherited the property. The little girl was taken away not long after,” the administrator explained, continuing to show Ariana around the area.

Seeing that Ariana did not ask further about the house, he moved on.

Stone Houses the administrator showed her were all quite similar, and since she was only staying for a short while, Ariana didn’t think too much about it and picked one not far from

living room on the ground floor was well-kept and clean, without a speck

and paid the deposit

left, satisfied with her purchase, she sat on the sofa in the Living room for a while. Then she decided to

soon as she went upstairs,

when she treaded up the creaky stairs and pushed open the door to one of the bedrooms, a musty smell greeted

the scene before her was worse than

spiderweb clung to a corner of the room, and the moldy smell primarily came from the bed, covered in stained and yellowed bedding and tousled in disarray, as if someone

complete Lie. No wonder he said the neighborhood was desolate and that nobody rented his buildings. He wasn’t

that it was just a fixer-upper. She braced herself to get on the bed and sleep, but the sight of the gross yellowing bedding made her want to run out the door and drive home

administrator

off the mattress and angrily flung it on the floor. There was no way she could sleep on that. She thought of wrapping herself in her clothes to keep warm through the night, but the damp, musty smell emanating from the room made it difficult to stay in there, let alone sleep. So, she cracked

plains under the clear sky, and the small town’s scenery held a unique charm. A small creek trickled peacefully nearby, and