Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter 612

Ihave some business connections with Holden. I’ve met him once.”

Considering Holden’s disfigurement, and knowing that Debora’s husband was an experienced doctor in

the dermatology department, Ariana casually inquired, “Is there any treatment for the injury on his

face?”

Baffled, Debora asked, “There’s no wound on Holden’s face.”

Ariana stood there, stunned by the revelation. “Didn’t Holden suffer a disfigurement since childhood?

So he has been wearing a mask all this time,” she muttered.

Debora, too, found herself perplexed. “Are we talking about the same person? I’ve seen Holden on

several occasions, and he never wore a mask. In fact, he’s quite handsome, even more so than the

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movie stars.” ©

Ariana was left speechless, unable to respond.

“Could you have mistaken him for someone else?” Debora questioned gently, devoid of malice. After

all, there were many individuals with the same name. However, the rarity of Holden’s surname made

the confusion unlikely. ©

Feeling embarrassed, Ariana decided not to press the matter further. “Perhaps I made a mistake,” she

conceded quietly.

The conversation shifted to other medical matters, filling the room with enthusiastic discussions.

Ariana, absentmindedly nibbling on her juice straw, couldn’t shake off her sense of bewilderment.

She was certain that she had met Adrian during the interview at BRD Group. There was no doubt about

that.

Furthermore, she had encountered Holden on several occasions, often in the presence of Adrian. It

seemed inconceivable that she could have gotten it wrong.

Yet, upon reflection, it was Jennifer who had informed her about Holden’s disfigurement. Holden

himself had never admitted to it.

Why would Jennifer lie to her? And why did Holden consistently wear a mask whenever they met? ©

Was it possible that his face couldn’t be seen? Or was it because Holden himself didn’t want her to see

his face?

But it didn’t make sense. Debora said that Holden was not ugly.

“Mr. Fredrick is here!”

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The sudden eruption of noise from the crowd swiftly seized Ariana’s attention, diverting her from her

pensive musings. She shifted her gaze toward the bustling entrance, where the throng sought eagerly

to catch a glimpse of Holden, rendering the doorway densely packed. Regrettably, confined to her

wheelchair, Ariana found herself unable to behold his presence.

Unnoticed amidst the commotion, she endeavored to rise onto one foot, hoping for a better vantage

point. Alas, her short height hindered her view.

Mitchel, astutely observing her curiosity, questioned, “Why are you so intrigued?”

“I wish to ascertain if he is the same person Debora mentioned,” Ariana responded, her gaze fixed

ahead.

Mitchel was about to take her to the doorway when he was abruptly pulled away by a hurrying

companion who told him that there were pressing matters to attend to.

Sighing, Mitchel said to Ariana, “Stay here. I shall be back shortly.”