Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

After a moment of contemplation, she gently cupped Holden’s face in her hands and uttered solemnly, “No, you’re not Holden. You’re my Theodore.”

Holden, caught in this web of confusion, couldn’t help but let out a resigned sigh. He found himself in a tight spot, compelled to play along. He conceded, “Alright, alright, I’m Theodore.”

At this juncture, Ariana scrutinized him once more and reached out to caress his face, her eyes misty from alcohol but still shining.

Perplexed, she probed, “If you’re Holden, where’s your mask?”

“What?” Holden was completely at sea, not comprehending the enigmatic reference to a mask.

Ariana embraced him, drawing nearer. Her alcohol-blurred eyes had a watery luminescence to them, rendering her strangely captivating. She tugged at Holden’s visage, her curiosity unwavering. She asked, “Where’s your mask? Where have you hidden it?”

Confronted with her persistent curiosity, Holden sighed and grabbed a random piece of paper, poking eyeholes and playfully donning it. He quipped, “Here, my mask.”

would appease Ariana, but to his surprise, she pouted and muttered something while shooting him an

words, so he removed the paper mask and regarded

away, grumbling loudly, “You’re

disquiet gnawing at

is nothing but a wolf in sheep’s

Holden.” He made a quick

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though Ariana continued to ignore him, Holden gently tugged at her sleeve and pressed on, asking, “Why did you block

with a gaze that

a vague inkling that Ariana could have uncovered something significant; otherwise,

delve deeper into the matter but decided to begin

Holden’s several attempts to extract more information, Ariana remained