Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 357
Francis have known that I was in Selene’s lounge when he was filming?” ©
“I see. Leave this matter to me,” Theodore replied ambiguously.
Ariana looked at Theodore, unsure of what he meant. Worried he might overreact, she said hastily, “It’s over. Forget it.”
“Well, it’s late. Are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?” Theodore asked as he quickly changed the topic.
Ariana was reminded of her exhaustion and started driving him away. “Yeah, I’m sleepy. I want to take a rest. Please leave,” she
said.
“aren’t you hungry? Let’s eat something first,” Theodore suggested casually.
“No, I want to sleep. Go. I didn’t sleep well last night,” Ariana insisted as she pretended to yawn.
“Don’t you know that the rooms are all filled? I have nowhere to go,” Theodore said while looking at her innocently.
Feeling awkward from his gaze, Ariana stammered, “Well, what can I do about it?
Don’t they have a single room?”
“It’s not easy to book a room at the film and television center now. They can’t even spare a room for a few hours,” Theodore lied
masterfully. He cast her a meaningful gaze and suggested, “So you should take me in tonight.”

Ariana wasn’t about to take Theodore in. She had yet to calm herself down. Besides, she didn’t know what he felt for her, and
her mind was a mess.
However, one thing was for sure. She was unwilling to share a room with Theodore now.
Her mind was filled with him. She would go mad if he stayed.
Ariana said hesitantly, “How about going home? You can always leave this place.”
“Horace drove the car away,” Theodore rebutted her while glancing at her with an unreadable expression.
“Then call him,” she replied as she tucked her hair behind her ear, avoiding his eyes. She knew it was rude to ask him to return
to Eleymond at this hour, but she couldn’t care less.
Theodore smiled and said, “Horace asked for leave. He went to meet his girlfriend.”
Ariana was surprised and gasped, “Isn’t Horace by your side 24 hours a day? How could he have a girlfriend?”
“Horace is not a machine. Of course, he has his private life. He might be asleep with his girlfriend now. Should I call him and get
him to pick me up?” Theodore asked cheekily as he rolled his wheelchair to the sofa and removed his suit jacket.
It seemed that he was determined to stay.
“So what do you want? Should I call Horace?” Theodore asked again.