Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 647
He couldn’t help but muse, wishing she could maintain such obedience when she was awake.
His thoughts ran free on his mind. If she could stay by his side, truly listen to him, she wouldn’t have faced the danger she
encountered today. His fingertips delicately brushed over her ankle. There was a flicker of madness and obsession in his eyes.
If he could confine her to a place known only to him, a sanctuary where no one could encroach, then every part of her, every
facet of her being, would belong to him alone.
The moment the crazy idea flashed through Theodore’s mind, Ariana’s words from their previous heated argument sprang to his
mind. His heart shrank, causing him to banish the thought swiftly.
Theodore’s grip tightened subtly, his lips forming a firm line, his expression betraying unusual bewilderment.
A deep-seated gut feeling told him that he couldn’t act on that impulse. If he did, he would indeed lose her forever.
Theodore pushed aside his thoughts and proceeded to tend to her wound, applying the medicine carefully.
“Theodore...”
The soft whisper from Ariana caused his hand to falter as he applied the medicine.
He stood up, drawing closer to the woman lying on the bed, who in her dream, clenched her teeth and spat out, “Bastard.”
Hearing her unconscious reprimand, Theodore found himself strangely in a good mood. He couldn’t help laughing in a low voice
and continued to bandage her wound.

Ariana’s eyes fluttered open in a haze on the second day.
When she regained consciousness, the scent of disinfectant filled the air in the hospital room. She gingerly shifted her stiff neck
and glanced to the side, finding Judy by her side.
Confusion flickered in Ariana’s mind.
Hadn’t Theodore been the one to bring her here? Why was Judy here? Had Theodore left after dropping her off?
The thought elicited a prickling sensation in her nose and a faint stab of disappointment in her heart.
“Mrs. Anderson, you’re finally awake!” Judy was overjoyed to see Ariana conscious.
She quickly fetched the lunchbox, asking, “Are you feeling hungry, Mrs. Anderson?
Please eat something. It’s still warm.”
Judy carefully adjusted the hospital bed and opened the insulated box. The mouthwatering aroma of pork rib soup wafted in the
air. “This is a special pork rib soup I prepared for you. It’s important for you to regain your strength now.”
As Judy served Ariana the soup, she voiced her concern, “Just look at your state, running to the hospital day after day. It must be
so taxing. No one wishes to shuttle back and forth to a hospital like this. It’s truly heart-wrenching to see you in such a state!”
Judy rambled on, her tone laced with worry and compassion. “And then there’s your ankle. I’ve heard that you need surgery, and
that’s never a walk in the park. It’s truly a misfortune that you’ve had to suffer so much.”