I Was Married To An Unconscious Billionaire?!
ie was escorted to the
oom," the butler said, his
rand halls devoid of life, with onl
d corner of the house, far removed from the heart of the
f the universe here. Everyone had clamored for his
se, most of those so-called fr
vegetative state, but he feared something even more-Jonathan's recovery. If Jonathan
s treated as nothing more than an a
, with its vast wealth and intricate web of connections, was like a maze of hidde
onathan's
a deep, authoritative
a middle-aged man s
his posture commanding. His stern express
or a moment, a flicker of
wn family to send someone so striki
ce, Valerie hadn't faltered. Her composu
in a clipped tone. "Since you're here, you'll be responsible for taking care of Jonathan. The Holt family doesn't
fened at the cold au
e here, tethered to a man she barel
h the grand, quiet halls of the estate,
arded, with several bodyguards in blac
ebrow but wasn't par
become a battleground, with many eyeing the
crash had set the
m of top medical experts from around the world, all dedicated to saving the man who had, in j
e felt a surge of curiosity. What kind of man
-made bed sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, slightly ele
igure on the bed. Jonathan Holt's face
lpted features-the long, thick lashes casting shadows on his pal
out of a painting, an ima
aken him for a work of art rather than a livin
now nothing more than a fragile fig
ped her lips, ti
his tone clipped and cold. His sharp eyes flicked over Valerie's face, catching the slightest ch
if daring her to show weakness. His words carried an undercurrent o
didn't
foot in the Holt residence. The disdain, the criticism-it was