Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 920
As the day unfolded, the person continued to bestow upon her three hundred thousand dollars. Overwhelmed and almost
speechless, Ariana couldn’t help but consider that this person didn’t place a high value on money and might as well direct their
abundance towards charitable causes.
While she didn’t voice these thoughts, she returned the funds and messaged, “Thank you for your generosity, but you’ve already
given enough. There’s no need to keep sending money.”
While awaiting a reply, Ariana swiftly changed the subject, inquiring, “How old is your child?”
After a while, the person replied, “Five years old.”
Feeling relieved that the person didn’t send more money, Ariana pressed onward in the conversation.
“What a delightful coincidence, my own child happens to be five years old as well. At this tender age, it’s crucial to ensure a
balanced diet.”
“Okay.” After a moment of contemplation, Holden asked, “Do you have a lot of experience taking care of children?”
Ariana pondered momentarily before replying, “Though my experience isn’t extensive, I recognize that caring for children
demands unwavering attention.”
Thinking of his daughter, Holden felt a pang of guilt. He typed, “If a father finds himself consumed by work, lacking time for his
child, what repercussions might that entail?”

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Ariana’s gaze dropped as she remained silent for a heartbeat, then an apologetic emoji punctuated her response. “I’m sorry,
certainty eludes me, for I am a single mother.”
Holden’s lips pursed with a tinge of regret. “My apologies.”
“Don’t fret, when I first began crafting videos on baby food, it was simply a means of documenting the process. The unforeseen
wave of appreciation humbled me. Please, no further monetary contributions are necessary. Direct those resources toward your
child.” Ariana’s words conveyed a genuine sentiment.
“Okay.” “I need to hit the hay. Good night.”
With her message sent, Ariana slipped into slumber.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Holden opened the Latest unedited video. As the video unfolded, the vexation he had earlier
experienced ebbed away, replaced by a gentle drowsiness.
The soothing timbre of Ariana’s voice coupled with her immaculate hands in the video wove an image in Holden’s mind,
reminiscent of something he’d encountered before.
A fleeting notion surged within him, a desire to meet her face-to-face, yet he swiftly dispelled the notion. The apprehension that
her face might not align with her voice, shattering the fragile comfort he’d found, curtailed his longing.

As sleep beckoned, Holden mused that perhaps acquiring the video rights or extending an invitation to join the Fredrick Group
could be worthwhile endeavors, carving out a dedicated space for her unique contribution.