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Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter 1073
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“Let’s keep the photo our secret. You can’t tell Mommy, okay?”

Grinning, Holden pinkie-promised in agreement. When Melon was distracted, he discreetly took a quick

snapshot of the photograph.

Morning dawned, and Ariana groaned awake, the weight of a massive headache pressing down.

She glanced around, recognizing her surroundings as home. Vague memories of last night’s festivities

flashed in her mind, but the night’s conclusion was a blur, lost amidst the pain pounding in her head.

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Ariana rose from the bed, her temples throbbing, and made her way to the bathroom. Upon catching

her reflection, she froze. Her lips, slightly swollen, sported a small cut.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Leaning closer to inspect the cut, she racked her brain for any recollection of the night’s events that

could explain the injury.

It frustrated her to know that on occasions when she drank excessively, her memory often failed her.

This was one of the reasons she typically refrained from indulging in alcohol. However, last night’s

jubilation had overridden her caution, resulting in her current predicament.

Despite her efforts, the night remained a blur.

Ariana sighed, deciding it must have been some minor accident due to her intoxication, and continued

with her morning routine.

Once ready, she descended the stairs to find Melon seated at the dining table, enjoying his breakfast.

Catching her approach, he remarked with a hint of reproach, “You weren’t very careful last night,

Mommy. You got drunk, but luckily Mr. Mask brought you home.”

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Upon hearing Melon’s words, Ariana’s mind raced.

Mr. Mask? Could it be Holden?

She questioned Melon, needing clarity, “Do you mean the masked man we met during our cruise?”

Melon nodded affirmatively.

“Yes, Adele’s father.”

Ariana was in a state of disbelief.

The last she remembered, they were at a celebration party, and she couldn’t recall crossing paths with

Holden.

Her fingers subconsciously brushed her swollen lips, and her thoughts whirled.

Had she done something uncharacteristic in Holden’s presence? Was she too unrestrained in front of

him?