Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 941
Sonia’s fingers brushed against her neck, and Ariana involuntarily flinched, vividly recalling the events of the previous night. She
hurriedly used her hair to conceal the marks and managed an awkward smile.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a mosquito bite that I couldn’t resist scratching. Looks a bit worse now.”
“Is that so?” Sonia withdrew her hand, a hint of confusion playing on her features. Despite the oddity, she didn’t probe any
further.
However, Sonia’s inquiry provided Ariana with an opening to process the events from the night before.
There was certainly something amiss about the cabin. Yet, Ariana hadn’t visited her homeland in five years, and this trip was
deliberately low- profile, making it improbable for someone to target her intentionally.
After a brief contemplation, Ariana nonchalantly inquired, feigning indifference, “By the way, what’s our room number?”
“It’s Room 309,” Sonia replied casually, then turned to Ariana with a strange look and asked, “You didn’t get it wrong, did you?”
“No, of course, How could I possibly get it wrong? Ha-ha, just had a momentary lapse of memory.” Ariana fumbled with her
phone, attempting to cover her brief embarrassment with a couple of awkward laughs.
She chastised herself inwardly for her stupidity. Assuming the room was technologically advanced, she had wandered into the
wrong one. Little did she anticipate that such a blunder would lead to this situation. She felt incredibly foolish.
She yearned to erase the memory of the incident, yet the more she tried, the more it lingered, gnawing at her composure, Just
as her patience wore thin, a nurse walked in.

“Hello, the hospital is facing a shortage of rooms now. You can be discharged since your condition isn’t critical. Simply return for
regular check-ups.”
“Understood, I’ll prepare to leave right away,” Sonia acknowledged. The news brought relief to her. The hospital had become
stifling, and she yearned to escape its confines. She eagerly gathered her belongings to ready herself for discharge.
Meanwhile, in a VIP ward on the top floor, Sadie rested on the hospital bed, her face marred by swollen, bruised skin, resembling
a pig’s countenance with splotches of red and blue. She had even shattered the room’s mirrors in an outburst of frustration.
The sight of her current appearance ignited anger within her, leaving her feeling thoroughly wretched.
Afflicted by a heart condition from a tender age and devoid of swimming skills, she had believed her fate sealed when she
plunged into the sea the previous night. Fortunately, the presence of others on deck and the ensuing commotion summoned
swift rescuers to her aid,
Weakly, a cough escaped Sadie’s lips, as if her heart were struggling to catch a breath.
As she clutched her chest, a surge of anger coursed through her.
This body had endured two heart transplant surgeries and a myriad of medical procedures, rendering it incredibly delicate.
But Sadie couldn’t dwell on that now; her thoughts were consumed by Holden and the potent aphrodisiac permeating the room.
A product from the black market, she had procured it, its only antidote being intimate contact. If Holden remained ensnared, what
recourse did he have?