Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter 722

Chapter: 722

Panting heavily, Ariana reached the courtyard across the street, only to find no sign of Theodore.

The night was calm, the air devoid of any breeze. The house in front of her stood with its door closed,

lacking signs of life and any hint of human presence.

Ariana lingered in the courtyard, glancing back at her lit room, wondering if she’d hallucinated the figure

due to her longing.

But that figure she saw just now…

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Ariana hesitated for a moment and tried knocking on the door next to her.

There was no response.

She persisted and knocked more forcefully. As her hand dropped, the door creaked open slightly.

Huh? It was unlocked?

Ariana was a bit surprised. She gently nudged the door, and it opened up fully.

The room was illuminated and neat, but completely empty.

It seemed Like someone had indeed just departed; it wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

There weren’t many decorations in the room – just a couple of tables and a sofa. The place was

simple, and since there weren’t many people coming and going, there was no need to Lock the door.

Ariana hesitated, unsure if she had mistaken another person for Theodore.

She considered entering the room to search for evidence, but she felt it would be rude to invade

without permission.

But if she left, she worried she might lose another chance to validate her suspicions.

She cast her gaze skyward, contemplating that she wasn’t particularly tired, so she chose to linger

outside, hoping for a positive outcome.

Ariana walked leisurely by the creek, but soon she grew tired. Since the owner of the house was still

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absent, she decided to find a spot to take a break.

The area was open and wide, the only seating option being a swing in the courtyard.

Ariana ventured into the small garden, observing the finely crafted swing with appreciation.

She thought a momentary rest wouldn’t hurt, so she swept the fallen leaves off the swing.

As her fingers traced the wooden seat, she felt etchings at the corner, resembling inscribed words.

Though slightly faded over time, the carving was still legible.

Intrigued, Ariana leaned in for a clearer view, only to be struck still upon recognizing the engraving.

The name “Marley” was etched into the wood.

Why was it Marley?!