Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 701
“Wake up and
He’d learned from Sarah’s assistant, Betsy, that she had commitments the following day. If she rested in her current state, she’d
surely wake with a splitting headache, negatively impacting her performance.
Half-asleep, Sarah was helped up and leaned on Aziel as she sipped on the hangover soup.
However, once she finished the soup, she regained some alertness and wasn’t keen on settling down.
She sat upright on the bed, belched, and attempted to get out of bed.
Aziel immediately caught her. “Where are you headed?”
“I need to take a shower!” Sarah declared, swinging her arm as if she was headed not towards the bathroom but onto a
battlefield.
She wiggled out of Aziel’s hold and stumbled towards the bathroom.
However, her steps were wobbly, causing her to nearly trip multiple times, only to be saved by Aziel’s quick reflexes each time.
Observing her in this state, Aziel sighed, anxious that she might harm herself in the shower. He softened his voice, coaxing her
Like a child, “It’s quite late now. Could you possibly shower after waking up tomorrow?”
“No!” Sarah stubbornly shook her head, continuing her shaky march towards the bathroom. “I need to shower noi
“You can’t bathe in your current state,” Aziel expressed helplessly, “It doesn’t feel safe.”

The vulnerability and sorrow in his eyes gave him the appearance of a drenched puppy.
Sarah looked at him for a moment before breaking into a chuckle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, teasingly asking,
“Then, will you help me in my shower?”
Upon hearing this, Aziel’s face turned a deep shade of red, leaving him standing there, unsure of how to react.
Since becoming a couple, Aziel and Sarah hadn’t progressed their relationship further. Their closest encounters had been limited
to kisses.
Seeing no movement from Aziel, Sarah presumed he was unwilling, immediately furrowing her brows, “Aren’t you my boyfriend?
Why won’t you help me?”
Hearing her, Aziel glanced at her, his hold on her hand unconsciously tightening, “Who am I?”
“Of course, you’re my baby.” Sarah gave him a teasing smile.
However, Aziel wasn’t content with her response and pressed on, “And who’s your baby?”
Sarah glanced at him, cradling his face in her hands, and earnestly called his name, “Aziel.”
The person who was intoxicated just moments ago now had clear, sober eyes.
Recognizing what was happening, Aziel’s suppressed emotions burst forth, and he gazed at her, his teeth clenched. “Weren’t
you going to break up with me?”

Sarah’s slender fingers lightly intertwined with Aziel’s hair, her gentle palm cupping his head as she brushed her lips against his,
murmuring, “Didn’t you refuse to break up with me? So you’re still my boyfriend.”
Aziel, who had presumed these words would bring him joy, stood still his facial expression seemingly calm.