Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 700
For some reason, Ariana’s initial reaction was that he might have a grudge against Mitchel, but she promptly realized the two
hadn’t met, and she hadn’t divulged Mitchel’s name either.
She had momentarily Lost her reasoning.
However, upon further thought, it made sense that someone Like Holden would bristle if the side effects of a medication
developed by his company’s hospital were called into question, and his anger was inevitable.
Aware that he was already angry, Ariana decided not to provoke him further and sent him a message saying, “I understand,
thank you.”
Then she didn’t continue asking.
He responded with a simple “ok” and offered no further commentary.
Ariana set her phone aside and perched on the edge of the bed, her thoughts fluctuating.
Judging from the accounts of both Holden and Mitchel, the same medication appeared to be two entirely different things from
their respective perspectives.
From Mitchel’s perspective, the drug’s side effects posed serious risks, while from Holden’s perspective, it seemed no more
dangerous than a common sleeping pill.
Faced with these two completely opposite answers, who should she believe?

Meanwhile, on the other side.
Aziel was aware that Alina was currently living with Molly in her hometown. So, he wasn’t concerned about Alina stumbling upon
a drunk Sarah and growing anxious. With this assurance, he bravely escorted Sarah back to her home.
Leaning against Aziel, Sarah nuzzled her head into his shoulder, slightly dazed.
Her unintentional closeness left him a bit flustered. Aziel collected his thoughts and adeptly keyed in the password.
Yet, the moment he finished, the lock released a shrill, rejecting beep.
Password incorrect.
Aziel paused briefly, sensing a slight ache in his chest.
Soon after, a bitter realization swept over him.
Had she truly decided to part ways with him? Had she altered the password to shut him out?
The wave of bitterness and pain left Aziel staggered; his hands subtly quivered as he held her. It took him a moment to steady
himself and rummage through Sarah*s pocket.
Fortunately, she had brought her keys along.
Upon entering, Aziel was greeted by a cluttered living room. He exhaled a quiet sigh of resignation. After aiding Sarah to the
bedroom and ensuring she was comfortable on the bed, he rolled up his sleeves and ventured into the kitchen.
Effortlessly, he prepared hangover soup and tidied up the disarrayed living room while the soup simmered.

Once the hangover soup had cooled a bit, he returned to the bedroom with it.
“Sarah, Sarah,” Aziel said softly, gently nudging Sarah. have some hangover soup. Change your clothes, then rest.”