Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 930
Initially stung by Sadie’s words, Melon’s hurt transformed into anger when he heard her insult his mother. He shot back with
unwavering volume, “You bumped into me first, you mean lady, ugly witch! My mom is a hundred times better than you. You
bumped into someone and didn’t even say sorry, yet you’re arguing with a kid. Nobody’s going to Like you!”
Melon wasn’t content with words alone. He stepped forward and attempted to push Sadie, though his effort barely moved her an
inch.
Nevertheless, his actions provoked Sadie’s annoyance.
Driven to fury, Sadie poised herself to retaliate, but Melon’s fear overpowered him, causing him to swiftly hide beneath the
nearby table.
Wanting to pull him out, Sadie’s intent was interrupted by an event organizer approaching her. The organizer said, “Miss Pierre,
there’s an interview waiting for you over there.”
Though she sent a fierce glare toward the person hidden under the table, Sadie had no choice but to leave.
While watching Sadie’s departure, Melon contemplated crawling out from under the table. However, his intention was abruptly
halted as a man in suit pants drew near. Recognizing the two of them as being together,
Melon promptly retracted back under the table.
Once the opening dance concluded, Holden returned to his seat directly.
Just as he settled in and was preparing to address some business matters, he sensed a subtle nudge against his foot.

Bending down to investigate, Holden caught sight of a small section of a skirt disappearing beneath the table. It seemed
someone was gradually pulling the fabric under the table’s cover.
An intrigued brow raised, Holden leaned down to lift the tablecloth.
“Ah!” Melon’s startled exclamation echoed, his hands still gripping his skirt tightly. Nervously, he looked up at Holden.
Upon closer inspection, Holden discovered a “girl” with golden curls concealed under the table. “Her” large eyes held traces of
fear as
“she” met his gaze. Clinging tightly to “her” dress, “her” fair hands and rosy cheeks resembled a blushing apple
Despite “her” tender age, “her” features were delicate, with eyes that were clear and lively. Despite “her” trepidation, “she”
remained poised, observing him with intent focus.
Seeing this child, Holden found himself thinking of his own daughter’s endearing countenance, which softened his demeanor.
He was about to inquire further when Melon, sensing his movement, swiftly apologized, “I didn’t mean to do that earlier, Mister.
Please don’t punish me.”
Holden was taken aback, his confusion evident as he asked, “Why would I do that?”
In that instant, Melon realized that the man in front of him meant no harm. A sense of connection washed over him, emboldening
him to crawl out from beneath the table, no longer fearing the situation.
Patting his skirt, Melon expressed a hint of frustration, “A lady bumped into me a while ago. She spilled her drink on her skirt and
kept bothering me despite my apology. She even insulted my mom. I got so mad that I pushed her and she tried to hit me, so I
hid under the table.”

He went on, “I saw that lady and you sitting together, so I thought you were together.” He blinked and asked, “Is she your wife?”
Upon hearing this, Holden’s brow furrowed slightly. Shaking his head he replied, “No.”
Relieved by the confirmation, Melon burst into a joyful dance and exclaimed, “That woman is so mean, nothing like my mom. My
mom’s beautiful, she talks so softly, makes the yummiest food, and she loves me a lot. She’s the greatest mom in the whole
world!”
Tickled by the child’s fervent praise, Holden nodded in agreement, though he held a more nuanced view.
After all, a responsible mother wouldn’t leave her child alone in such a vast ballroom. What if the child got lost?
Holden stood up, scanning the surroundings for any parents searching for a child. His attention shifted as he noticed Melon’s
curious gaze fixated on his mask. He bent down and asked, “What’s on your mind?”
The child glanced at the mask on Holden’s face, seemingly tempted to touch it. However, he held back, his expression a tad
distressed.
“Everyone has one of these masks, and I want one too, but they won’t give them to kids.”
Holden couldn’t help but smile at the child’s earnest demeanor. Noting the relative emptiness around them, he removed the
mask and offered it to Melon to play with.
With evident delight, Melon accepted the mask and began, “Thank you,
Mister..” But as he looked up and his gaze met Holden’s unmasked face, he froze momentarily. His scrutiny intensified as he
stared at him, and then he uttered, “Dad!”