Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 66

Chapter: 66

Ariana then returned to her dressing room. She got changed and sent Ivan a text explaining that she

felt unwell and had to go home.

Theodore kindly offered her a lift back and she accepted.

On the way, Ariana looked out of the window, still in a daze. The events of that evening had really

shaken her up.

“Why were you there? Do you want to be a model? Theodore asked, trying his best to sound

nonchalant. His eyes were fixed on the book in his hand.

“No, I was doing Ivan a favor.” Ariana turned to look at him and after a short pause, she continued,

“Ivan is the designer who cooperates with SJ Entertainment. I’m sure you’ve heard about what

happened before.”

Glancing up from the book to give her a meaningful look, he said, “That’s good. Show business is like a

cesspit. It’s no place for you. And you’re still my wife until the divorce. I hope you can stay away from

other men in the meantime.”

Ariana was a little confused by this. “Don’t worry, I won’t have much contact with men, unless it’s for

work.”

“Really? Well, that’s good to know.” Theodore chuckled to himself. i don’t want this kind of thing to

happen again. You were lucky tonight that you met a good guy. Next time things might end up different”

“I know,” Ariana replied, her voice quiet.

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Theodore, still not satisfied, continued, “So, you should keep a low profile from now on. Try to avoid

wearing provocative dresses like that if you want to avoid men like Jett.”

Ariana’s mind went blank before it hit her. He blamed her for attracting a pervert by wearing a revealing

dress.

Enraged at this accusation, she fired back, “That’s bullshit! Are you seriously blaming me for what

happened? I can wear what I like. How dare you!”

Just then, the car stopped and Ariana climbed out, slamming the door behind her.

Theodore rarely found himself being contradicted. He stared at her back as she walked away, slightly

displeased.

Horace couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself, and asked, “Boss, why don’t you just tell her it was you

who saved her? Instead, you scared her. You got lucky that Kenny had enough time to alter the video

before she noticed the camera.”

Theodore snorted, “She needs to learn a lesson.”

Horace glanced at Theodore in the rear-view mirror. He wanted to say something but stopped himself.

“If you have anything to say, just say it,” Theodore said as he leaned back in his seat.

Horace licked his lips before turning his head toward the back seat. “Boss, could it be that you’re

jealous? Otherwise, why would you care what she wears?”

Theodore stiffened. Then the photo Adrian had sent him came to mind. His throat became dry all of a

sudden. He swallowed.

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Horace continued, “Maybe, your problem is not with Ms. Edwards clothes. You just don’t want other

men seeing how beautiful she is.” Horace mused, as he studied his boss’s expression.

Theodore sneered at this. “You’re overthinking it.

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