Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 7: Pay More Attention

As the evening breeze swept across the rooftop, carrying the soft melody of a distant violin, Ruby and Stefan sat across from each other at the elegantly set table. Candlelight flickered between them, casting a warm glow on Stefan’s sharp features. .com

The dinner was exquisite—perfectly seared steak, creamy mashed potatoes, and a delicate red wine sauce. Stefan ate with practiced ease, his movements graceful despite his blindness. Ruby, on the other hand, found herself watching him more than eating.

He had adapted well. The way he reached for his wine glass without hesitation, the way he used his knife and fork with confidence—it was impressive.

Yet, despite how at ease he appeared, Ruby noticed the small details—the way his fingers skimmed the rim of his glass before lifting it, the careful way he adjusted his utensils, ensuring they were positioned exactly as he needed. He moved with practiced ease, but there were moments of hesitation. The slightest pause before reaching for his drink, the way his hand ghosted over the table as if confirming the placement of objects.

It was these tiny details, things she had overlooked before, that now stood out starkly.

"You’re quiet," Stefan remarked as he cut into his food with precision, his movements sure but calculated. "Is something on your mind?"

Ruby hesitated before offering a small smile. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

She glanced down at her plate, unsure of how to phrase it without making him feel pitied. "How well you handle everything." She gestured vaguely. "Your sight... the way you navigate things."

Stefan smirked, setting his knife down. "You sound surprised."

"Not surprised," she said carefully. "Just... impressed."

He leaned back slightly, his expression amused. "I wasn’t always this way, you know. The first few days were hell. I lost track of how many things I broke or how many times I ran into walls. And the frustration..." He let out a small, humorless chuckle. "It nearly drove me insane. That was when I talked about calling off our wedding. I’m glad you didn’t let me."

Her grip on her fork tightened. Ivy had mentioned his struggles in passing, but hearing it from him now, laced with quiet frustration and acceptance, made it hit differently.

And to think he had wanted to call off the wedding.

didn’t Ivy let him? Instead, she convinced him to go through with it... only to

asked softly. "You don’t know if I resent

lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Because I know you don’t. If you did,

Before

pocket. His fingers brushed over the device, searching

you with that," Ruby offered, standing and moving around the table. She took his phone gently

he said, his tone shifting immediately to one of

back, observing the change in his posture. He

expression remained unreadable, but the slight tension in his

exhaled sharply. "That’s their problem. I gave clear instructions before taking my leave. If they can’t handle a minor setback without me,

an eyebrow. Even blind, he

I’m not coming in tomorrow. I just got married yesterday, and I intend

Right. He thought he was married to

ended the call with a sigh, rubbing

casually, pushing aside the odd sense of unease curling in

he replied

tilted her head. "Didn’t sound like

issue at the company. I’ll deal with it

frowned slightly. "But what if it gets

won’t," he said with certainty. "They can

moment before speaking again. "Then why don’t we

brows knitted

clarified. "You can’t see, so it’s understandable that you’re taking time off, but if there’s an issue

assure him the company could function without him for a while—something Ivy had always

to step back into his role. Why? Because he had