Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 1595

“Allow her to freshen up with a bath first; it will invigorate her,” suggested a stylist-like man.

Subsequently, Ariana was escorted to the bathroom.

She swiftly took a shower and positioned herself in front of the mirror, allowing the team to work their magic.

Following the beauty session, Ariana’s appearance had improved notably, with her skin appearing as smooth as a freshly peeled egg.

The makeup artist proceeded to work on Ariana, skillfully concealing the bruises and swelling on her body, particularly focusing on her forehead.

It required significant effort to hide these marks.

Since Ariana’s arms posed a challenge, the stylist decided on a long-sleeved black velvet dress.

The dress was tailored to perfection, reaching down to Ariana’s feet, designed to accentuate her curves.

Its deep V-cut at the back showcased a generous expanse of her flawless skin, lending an undeniable allure to her appearance.

Ariana’s focus wasn’t on her reflection in the mirror but entirely on Holden.

The stylist kept chatting nonstop, trying now and then to engage Ariana in conversation.

Even though the stylist spoke a foreign language, Ariana sensed his compliments in his tone.

She replied with a polite smile.

But gradually, the stylist’s exaggerated responses began to irritate Ariana.

Meeting Holden was her sole focus now; nothing else held any importance.

After a sleepless night and enduring the tedious hair and makeup session, Ariana felt her head get heavy.

Unintentionally, she fell asleep in her chair.

Upon waking, she noticed the room was unusually quiet, likely because the styling session had ended.

She intended to check the time but found herself on a sofa, covered with a light blanket.

Bennett was casually flipping through a magazine, sitting across from her.

He glanced up when he heard her move.

“You’re finally awake,” Bennett said, putting the magazine down and standing up.

“Let’s head to the banquet now.

”

“Okay,” Ariana replied, getting up to follow him.

“Hold on.

” Bennett stopped her before she could leave.

“Your hair got messy while you were asleep.

Let me tidy it up for you.

”

Ariana was taken aback, stepping back and declining, “No, I’ll manage it myself—”

“You seem to forget your current situation again,” Bennett interjected, moving closer and gesturing for her to sit.

“You don’t have the privilege to decline me, not in any matter.

”

Bennett began tidying her hair without waiting for her reply.

His actions were skilled, and his manner was unexpectedly gentle, showing genuine kindness, unlike his manipulative behavior before.

Ariana was impressed by his skill.

“You’re really good at this, aren’t you?”