Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

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Chapter: 867

Realizing her slip-up, she swiftly added, “Otherwise… otherwise the food in the refrigerator will spoil,

and we wouldn’t want to waste it.”

A subtle smile played at Theodore’s lips as he chose not to tease Ariana further, merely replying, “Then

I’ll make sure to be back for dinner.”

Relieved that her ploy seemed to work, Ariana breathed a sigh of relief, believing her plan was on

track.

Initially, she had hoped Theodore would stay home, which was why she pretended to leave. However,

with Theodore now planning to leave, things got way easier for her.

To maintain the ruse, Ariana changed into her going-out clothes but instead headed to a nearby park,

waiting for Theodore’s car to depart before stealthily returning to the house.

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In the car, Theodore sat comfortably in the backseat while Horace, positioned in the front, occasionally

stole glances in the rearview mirror. He said, “Boss, Mrs. Anderson has gone back.”

“Of course she has,” Theodore answered with an unintentional grin on his Lips.

“Aren’t you curious about the birthday gift she prepared for you and the surprises she has in store?”

“I cherish any gift she bestows upon me,” Theodore replied with a nonchalant grin.

In his mind, he vividly recalled Ariana’s struggles with the yarn and a warm feeling washed over him.

Curiosity piqued, Horace asked, “So, where shall we go next?”

Theodore’s response was relaxed. “Just drive aimlessly, and we shall return when the time is right.”

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In truth, Theodore had concluded most of his tasks, and there was no genuine need for him to embark

on a journey to the neighboring city. He was simply playing along with Ariana’s charade!

Just as they continued their leisurely drive, Theodore’s phone suddenly rang. The call was from

Ariana’s attending physician. After concluding the conversation, Theodore’s expression shifted. He

instructed Horace, “Let’s head to Mercy Hospital.”

Ariana returned home to prepare a birthday cake for Theodore, and her trusty companion Judy was by

her side, ready to lend a hand.

As they whipped up the cake together, their chat meandered towards the topic of children.

Ariana, with two babies on the way, was beaming, and Judy was positively touched. She couldn’t help

but sigh. “Now this mansion truly feels like home. Mr. Anderson finally has a place to belong.”

Ariana remained silent, a sweet smile gracing her lips. Judy was lost in a reverie, unable to contain

herself as she continued, “You know, I’ve been in the Anderson family for seven or eight years now,

and it’s the first time I’ve seen Mr. Anderson care so much about someone. In the past, he was like a

beautiful but lifeless piece of art. But everything changed when you stepped into his life. He’s been

doing things he’d never have done before. I might not be the most eloquent, but madam, you really

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mean the world to him.”

Listening to Judy’s heartfelt words, Ariana’s heart swelled with happiness. It reminded her that she still

needed to inform Theodore about the twin pregnancy and the fact that one of the babies was born

weaker than the other.

After everything they had faced together, Ariana was determined to do whatever it took to care for both

children.

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She believed that with the progress of medicine, there had to be a way to ensure their well-being.

But she decided to wait until after the birthday party to tell Theodore about it. Knowing he had already

agreed to let the children be born, she trusted he would support her decision.

Ariana set up a table filled with delectable dishes and adorned the venue to perfection.

Then, she made her way to the dressing room to get dolled up.

Judy stood behind Ariana, deftly fixing her hair. Her eyes caught a faint pink petal-shaped mark just

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