Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 930

Initially stung by Sadie’s words, Melon’s hurt transformed into anger when he heard her insult his mother. He shot back with unwavering volume, “You bumped into me first, you mean lady, ugly witch! My mom is a hundred times better than you. You bumped into someone and didn’t even say sorry, yet you’re arguing with a kid. Nobody’s going to Like you!”

Melon wasn’t content with words alone. He stepped forward and attempted to push Sadie, though his effort barely moved her an inch.

Nevertheless, his actions provoked Sadie’s annoyance.

Driven to fury, Sadie poised herself to retaliate, but Melon’s fear overpowered him, causing him to swiftly hide beneath the nearby table.

Wanting to pull him out, Sadie’s intent was interrupted by an event organizer approaching her. The organizer said, “Miss Pierre, there’s an interview waiting for you over there.”

Though she sent a fierce glare toward the person hidden under the table, Sadie had no choice but to leave.

While watching Sadie’s departure, Melon contemplated crawling out from under the table. However, his intention was abruptly halted as a man in suit pants drew near. Recognizing the two of them as being together,

Melon promptly retracted back under the table.

the opening dance concluded, Holden returned to

preparing to address some business matters,

sight of a small section of a skirt disappearing beneath the table. It seemed someone was

leaned down to

still gripping his skirt tightly. Nervously, he

curls concealed under the table. “Her” large eyes

“her” dress, “her” fair hands and rosy cheeks resembled

“her” features were delicate, with eyes that were clear and lively. Despite “her” trepidation, “she” remained poised,

this child, Holden found himself thinking of his own daughter’s endearing countenance, which softened his

sensing his movement, swiftly apologized, “I didn’t mean to do

taken aback, his confusion evident as he asked, “Why

no harm. A sense of connection washed over him, emboldening him to crawl out from beneath the

frustration, “A lady bumped into me a while ago. She spilled her drink on her skirt and kept bothering me despite my apology. She even insulted my mom. I got so mad that I pushed her and she tried to hit me, so I hid under the

and you sitting together, so I thought

slightly.

into a joyful dance and exclaimed, “That woman is so mean, nothing like my mom. My mom’s beautiful, she talks so softly, makes the yummiest food, and she