Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Holden scrutinized the man, noting his strong accent and the smoothness of his explanation.

Had he made a mistake by suspecting the man?

Still, he felt that there was something amiss about the man.

As he contemplated, Holden’s attention was drawn to the stroller the man had been pushing.

A soft whimper echoed from it.

He quickly lifted the cover of the stroller.

To his surprise, a small dog stared up at him.

The dog barked, tail wagging enthusiastically, looking adorable.

“It’s my dog, Chocolate,” the middle-aged man said.

“I always take him with me when I travel.”

He retrieved his phone, scrolling eagerly through photos that revealed Chocolate’s adventures in different places.

A wave of disappointment washed over Holden.

He had misjudged this man; he was just a traveler.

that disappointment, a knot of anxiety twisted in

and still

asked tentatively, “If everything’s okay,

“Sure,” Holden replied, nodding.

the presidential suite

had been converted into a laboratory, they quickly reported their alarming findings back

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A

that, Holden

he was struck

lay

also several scarves

down Holden’s spine as

the middle-aged man was identical to

abruptly and asked the manager for the

“Mr.

guest list,” the manager said, offering it with both

heart dropping when he realized

anger coursed through him-he

his bodyguards to

middle-aged man stepped out of the hotel, a thin smile flickered across

had managed to shake Holden’s