Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 71
Taking a deep breath, she spoke calmly. “Ivan, I’d like to return the necklace. How can I do that? You got any ideas?”
“Well...” Ivan said, before hesitating. “I’m afraid it’ll be difficult. It’s never been the case that a promoter had to take an item
back.”
Ariana bit her lip. She knew her request was unusual, and against the rules.
“Okay, how about this? I’ll talk to the organizers and see if they can get any information on the buyer. Wait for my news,” Ivan
suggested.
“Thank you, Ivan.”
Right after she hung up the phone, Sarah called her. She asked anxiously, “Are you sure your plan is going to work?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve arranged everything. You just need to stick to the plan. Make sure you’re not late.” Ariana gave Sarah some
more reassuring words before hanging up.
Then she put the gift box in her room and rushed out the door.”
It wasn’t easy to get a taxi in the villa district. She walked a little while until she saw a taxi and hailed it down.
As the taxi drove off, a black car which had been parked on the corner followed. Horace was in the passenger seat.
Just as it hit eight o’clock in the evening, it started to snow. Lynch parked in the hotel garage. After checking for paparazzi, he put
on a baseball cap, and took the elevator up to his designated room.

He knocked on the door, and found it hadn’t been closed properly. It seemed Brielle was more considerate than he thought.
He straightened up his clothes and pushed open the door. He walked into the room slowly.
It was dark, the only light coming from two flickering candles on the table.
He was about to turn on the bedside lamp when a soft hand reached out to stop him. A charming voice told him, “Don’t ruin the
romantic atmosphere.”
Lynch took the hand and tuned to see a charming woman wearing a bathrobe. Her face looked even more mysterious in candle
light.
The sight of her really turned him on. He reached out for her other hand and wanted to push her to the bed.
“No, go and take a shower first.”
Putting her hand on his shoulder, Ariana lowered her gaze in order to hide the disgust in her eyes. She had to be patient in
tempting him.
He smiled, and walked over to pour two glasses of red wine. Handing one to Ariana, he said, “There’s no rush, is there? Let’s
have a drink first and then we can take a shower together later.”
Ariana pouted. “No, I’m going to wait in the bed for you.
Understanding what she meant, he cast her a knowing look. “Drink this first. I don’t want it to go to waste.”