Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence

However, Zayden was different.

Moss was no fool.

He could read a man like a book, and Zayden was an open one.

Zaydens hatred for Holden was no secret, and by extension, Melons fate wouldnt be kind if left in his hands.

Taking another measured sip of his wine, Moss turned to Zayden, his tone now cold and unyielding.

I wont work for you until I see that boy.

Trust is paramount between partners, Zayden said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Melon is my nephew.

Surely you can trust me with his care? Moss drained his glass, setting it down with a deliberate thud.

Ive said the child is exceptionally bright.

He could be a valuable assistant to me.

Zayden scoffed, A child? An assistant? More likely a hindrance. Ive already arranged two capable assistants for you.

If thats insufficient, I can provide more.

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The air grew tense as Moss fixed Zayden with a steely gaze.

You speak of trust, yet you dismiss my judgment.

Perhaps we should reconsider our partnership.

Youre welcome to restrain me again and seek another to fill my role.

But I stand firmI wont proceed without the boy.

A tense silence settled in the air before Zayden reluctantly yielded.noveldrama

He had no choice; Moss expertise was irreplaceable.

With barely contained anger, Zayden summoned his subordinates.

Bring Melon here, he said.

Melons small face was smudged with dirt.

He had no idea what was happening outside the room.

He stood on his toes at the washbasin to drink water.

The guards had barely fed him these past few days, tossing him some rock-hard bread occasionally.

Melon took a tentative sip of the icy water, shivering as it hit his throat.

Still, he forced himself to drink more, hoping to dull the gnawing hunger in his belly.

Once he had his fill, he curled up in the corner of the room, hugging his knees to his chest.

The cold was relentless, seeping into his bones.

Without any heat, sleep was impossible.

Every day, he would huddle in the corner, trying to escape the bitter chill, his mind drifting toward thoughts of his parents and his sister.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly wiped them away with the back of his reddened hand. Come on, Melon, he whispered to himself, his voice shaking.

Youre tough.

Dont cry.

You have to make it through this.

You have to survive.

Just then, a sudden noise came from outside the door.

The sound from outside caught Melons attention, his eyes Lighting up with anticipation.

He sprang from his corner and scurried to the door.

Could it be someone bringing food? The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside.

Melon looked at the figure, his head tilting in confusion.

Instead of the usual old lady who brought food to him, a burly man with a thick beard and rippling muscles stood before him, looking intimidating.

Melon instinctively shrank back, his eyes flicking to the mans hands.