Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence

Chapter: 62

Just as he was about to bring his hand further up her leg, another hand appeared and grabbed his hair

and yanked him off her. Feeling the weight of his body moving off her, she looked up and saw a man’s

hand dragging Jett out of the cubicle. The door banged shut after him.

Then the sounds of Jett’s agonized screams were heard. Clearly, someone was giving him a pretty

hard beating.

Trembling, Ariana curled up into a ball and covered her ears. Tears formed rivulets down her cheeks.

After some time, the noises finally ceased.

Was it over? Was that disgusting man dead?

Ariana slowly got to her feet and peered through the gap in the door. It felt as if her heart would explode

out of her chest.

Ariana’s eyes fell on Jett’s body, lying immobile on the floor. His face was covered in blood. She

couldn’t tell whether he was dead or alive.

Her mysterious savior was nowhere to be seen.

With bated breath, Ariana waited. But the man.

didn’t come back. This struck her as strange. The man had saved her but seemed to have no intention

of revealing his identity to her.

Frozen in shock, she waited some more. When still no one showed up, she slowly opened the cubicle

door.

A dark shadow appeared out of nowhere and loomed over her.

Her skin prickled with a cold sweat. Before she could say anything or see who it was, the man flipped

her over and held a hand over her eyes.

“Who… Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling Her back leaned against his chest, and she

dared not move.

His other hand was on her neck, like a noose he could tighten at will.

Ariana gulped. “Who are you?” she asked again. “Was it you who saved me? What do you want with

me?”

But her questions remained unanswered. She could feel the man’s hot breath on the top of her head.

His hand slipped down onto her shoulder, before tracing the curve of her spine.

She shivered at his cold touch. “Thank you for saving me. I can give you anything you want to show my

gratitude. But please let me go first.”

“Shh…” the man whispered in her ear.

She did as he said. Her eyes, swollen from crying. filled with tears again. She couldn’t help but assume

the worst. This man hadn’t attacked Jett to save her. He just wanted her for himself. Yet again, she was

the prey.

The man’s hand continued slowly grazing against her skin. It felt like he was inspecting her.