Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 323
Despite his tough exterior and seemingly callous demeanor, Ariana knew that Theodore was simply hiding behind a facade. His
obedience to those who showed him kindness was proof of his true nature.
After a moment’s hesitation, Ariana decided to lie down beside Theodore. She knew she needed to calm him down, and she was
willing to do anything to make him feel better.
With a soft pat on his back, she hummed the lullaby to him. She didn’t feel embarrassed this time. As the melody flowed from her
lips, she felt a sense of peace come over her. She watched as Theodore’s face relaxed. She could feel the tension leaving his
body as he drifted off to peaceful sleep.
As she lay there, supporting her head with one hand, Ariana couldn’t help but study ‘Theodore’s features. He was undeniably
handsome, with perfectly chiseled features that made her heart skip a beat. She loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners
when he smiled, and the way his mouth curved upward in a mischievous grin.
She had never been so drawn to a man before. It wasn’t just his good looks, though; it was something deeper, something she
couldn’t quite put her finger on.
With a heavy heart, Ariana’s fingers traced the curve of her stomach as she allowed herself to daydream about her unborn child.
She couldn’t help but wonder about the tiny life that grew inside her. Would it be a boy or a girl? Would it have her fiery spirit or
would it inherit Theodore’s dominating nature?
A smile tugged at her lips at the thought of her baby having Theodore’s striking looks. She could imagine their child with his
father’s chiseled jawline and those captivating eyes that held a world of mysteries. But she couldn’t help but worry about their

child’s temperament. She couldn’t bear the thought of having another scheming and sharp-tongued personality in the family.
The bittersweet reality hit her hard. The birth of their child meant that she had left this city and started anew. Her memories would
remain behind as a reminiscence of the life she once had.
Ariana’s heart was heavy with a sudden pang of melancholy, but she quickly shook it off. Dwelling on the future would only
distract her from the task at hand.
She rose from the bed with careful, measured movements, ensuring that Theodore remained sound asleep.
As she tiptoed toward the kitchen, Ariana’s mind was preoccupied with what to cook for Theodore. She decided on a light, easy-
to-digest porridge, and some fresh vegetables, but the question of whether there were any fresh ingredients in the fridge lingered
in her mind.
Just as she was about to leave the room, Theodore’s voice broke the silence, calling out a name that Ariana didn’t recognize.
“Marley,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
Ariana’s grip on the doorknob faltered as she hesitated before turning back to the bedside. Theodore’s chest rose and fell
rhythmically, his peaceful slumber undisturbed by her presence. She imagined his faint murmur, a figment of her exhausted
mind.
Frowning, Ariana rubbed her temples, acknowledging the heavy weight of fatigue that had been pressing down on her for days.
Her mind was playing tricks on her.
With a soft sigh, she leaned over and tucked Theodore in, ensuring that he was warm and comfortable before making her way
out of the bedroom.

The kitchen greeted her with a stark reality—the fridge was practically empty. She rummaged through the meager contents,
finding only a few eggs, potatoes, and some vegetables. Ariana surveyed the spotless stove.
Perhaps it was the housekeeper’s tardiness or the overwhelming demands of Theodore’s day that left him with no time to eat.
With a resigned sigh, she took out all the ingredients. Her mind began to race, conjuring up a recipe on the fly.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Theodore tossed and turned, consumed by a restless slumber. His breathing became labored as he
was plagued by vivid, unsettling nightmares.
A part of him wanted to fight his way back to wakefulness, but a more profound desire for solace took over. In his dream, he
found himself transported back to his childhood, cocooned in the gentle embrace of his mother’s lullaby.
But soon, the comforting illusion shattered, giving way to a surreal vision of a young girl clad in white, frolicking merrily in a
meadow as lush and green as emerald. She looked back at him, her infectious laughter ringing through the air.