Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 55
Next to her, Alina was still fast sleep. She stroked her head lovingly and her mind wandered to the possible baby she was
carrying.
“I need to go for an examination in two weeks,” she muttered to herself.
This thought brought with it mixed feelings, Now she wasn’t sure whether she wanted a baby or not.
It seemed that neither Theodore nor Helen wanted her to have the baby.
With a sigh, her mind focused back on the present. She leaned over Alina and tucked her in before getting out of the bed herself.
She needed to go to her room and freshen up.
As she opened the door, she spied Judy passing by in the corridor. When they locked eyes, Judy’s expression went from
surprise to joy before landing on worry.
Judy looked down at Ariana’s stomach. “Mrs. Anderson, you might be pregnant. You better be careful,” she warned her,
earnestly.
“Judy, it’s not what it looks like. We didn’t...” Ariana hurriedly explained, her cheeks flushed.
“I know, I know. Just be careful.” Judy interrupted her with a knowing look. “It’s a good thing Mr. Anderson is willing to be close to
you now. It’s progress. Keep it up.”
The sound of a wheelchair approaching came from behind her as she spoke.

Theodore appeared by the elevator, his handsome face expressionless. He was wearing a matching shirt and sweater, a pile of
documents resting on his thighs. He was clearly busy with work.
Judy stopped talking as soon as she saw him. She greeted Theodore respectfully, before hurrying downstairs.
Ariana hadn’t yet recovered from her embarrassment and couldn’t face Theodore at the moment. She just said hello quickly and
ran back to her room.”
When Alina finally awoke, it was almost ten o’clock. Ariana helped the little girl put on the hat and scarf Judy had prepared upon
her request. Then she took Alina to meet Molly Flynn, Sarah’s mother.
Molly had been waiting for quite some time. She thanked Ariana and then she and Alina got into a taxi.
Ariana watched as it drove away, feeling a little sentimental.
Just then, her phone beeped. It was a message from Sonia.
She read it before hailing a taxi.
With red curly hair, Sonia sat at a corner table of a coffee shop in the south of the city.
Her face, which was sweet and delicate, was focused on her laptop screen. She was furiously typing, fighting against internet
trolls.
The chimes on the cafe door sounded. She raised her head to see who it was, and her eyes lit up. She clapped her hands
together. “I’m over here, Ariana!

Ariana turned her head, dimples appearing in her cheeks. “Sonia, you look on edge.”