Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 367
To mask his discomfort, Cole pushed the fruit salad on the table closer to her, suggesting, “This restaurant’s salad is delicious.
Give it a try.”
A flicker of annoyance crossed her eyes. Selene set down her knife and fork, glanced around, and inquired of Meadow, who sat
opposite her, “Where are Tyler and his agent?”
“They’re staying in the cheapest rooms. They don’t have meal vouchers to eat here,” a young girl responded.
Selene furrowed her brow and instructed Meadow, “Go invite Tyler and Ariana to join us for dinner. I’m sure the crew will cover
their meal expenses.” ©
“No need. They should be at the filming site by now.” Cole nonchalantly crossed his legs, resting his hands behind his head.
“What do you mean by that?” It was only at that moment that Selene looked at him, and in his eyes shone a sly glimmer.
At that moment, the oldest stage supervisor in the group feigned regret, exclaiming, “Oh, no, I completely forgot to inform them
about this morning’s filming cancellation.” ©
“How could you forget? Don’t risk facing the consequences.” Cole chuckled.
Wearing an innocent expression, the man explained, “It’s an honest mistake.
They’re on the first floor, but not on the same floor as us. I subconsciously overlooked them.” ©

“You wasted their time and effort. Be sure to apologize later. We’re all part of the same crew. Let’s avoid any conflicts.” Cole
feigned righteousness, hypocritically advising the man.
The stage supervisor nodded in agreement.
Selene could discern the collusion between the two men.
As she silently observed the cup’s design before her, Selene’s disdain for Cole intensified. It was laughable that such a petty,
lowly man could have fans.
Since the person she wished to see wasn’t present, her appetite vanished. She had come to the restaurant solely for Tyler.
“I’m tired. I think I’ll head back and rest.”
Seeking an excuse to return to her room, Selene grabbed her bag and headed for the elevator.
The hotel, a luxurious five-star establishment, ranked among the top three in the film and television center. It boasted grandiose
decor. Truth be told, besides the subpar environment of the special rooms, the hotel had no faults.
Selene opted for the elevator closest to the restaurant, but couldn’t locate the button.
“My apologies, miss. This elevator is reserved for presidential suite guests. You’ll need a presidential suite card to access it. The
regular elevator is just over there,” a waiter kindly informed her.
Of course, Selene was aware she could use the elevator on the other side, having descended in it earlier. Laziness had led her
to the nearest elevator, not expecting to be denied access. ©

She shot the waiter a cold glare. Unhappy, she maintained her dignity and refrained from arguing.