Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence

Sadie’s heart raced. She gripped her bag tighter and walked over, pasting on a smile. “Why are you here? I told you and Adele to wait at the restaurant, didn’t I?”

Shawn grinned brightly. “The restaurant felt stifling, and the AC was blasting. Adele needed some fresh air.”

He looked around, then at her, puzzled. “Weren’t you going to the restroom? The restaurant has one. Why are you out here? I don’t see a restroom around. How’d you end up here?”

In a fluster, Sadie shifted to block his view.

The last thing she wanted was for him to spot Zayden’s car. She answered, “The restaurant’s restroom was packed. So I went looking for another one. Guess I lost my way.”

Quickly, she picked up Adele, ready to leave. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Shawn, seeing Sadie juggling the bag and the child, reached out. “It looks tough, holding both Adele and your bag. Let me help.”

But as he neared her bag, Sadie jerked away, her voice rising in alarm. “I’ve got it! I can handle it.”

Shawn sensed her nervousness but said nothing. He glanced back at the now-empty alley, then left with Sadie.

The next day, Ariana, joined by Mitchel, was released from the hospital. They headed to the place she had set up with Remy earlier.

She had also invited a director to join and take a look.

As the door swung open, Ariana’s gaze settled on Remy. There he sat, looking dapper in shades and a crisp black suit.

To his left and right, sat two of the industry’s new shining stars, fresh from recent blockbuster films. And then, lined up neatly on both sides, were stern-faced bodyguards in black suits. They Looked like they had stepped out of an action movie.

And Remy? With his shades on and that chilling look, he could have been the movie’s villain.

Ariana’s eyes darted to the room number, half expecting she had stumbled into the wrong venue. But Remy’s familiar voice reassured her.

With an unexpected squeal, Remy shouted, “Surprise!”

Just like that, the room’s tension evaporated.

Ariana was left tongue-tied. At first, she had been convinced she had taken a wrong turn. Yet, that distinctive voice of Remy’s said otherwise.

Remy got up, greeting Ariana and her crew with gusto. “Check this out,” he said, his arms sweeping towards his guests. “These four? ALL former students of mine. Lucky for us, they were free today, so I thought, why not bring them?”

Each of them was a looker, which caught Ariana’s attention. Remy might have his quirks and be, well, a bit of a mess in games, but he knew his stuff. He had jumped into his career headfirst, and now he was an instructor at a renowned performing arts school in Eleymond.