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.

she convinced him to

"You don’t know if I resent my

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

chest. Before she could process it, his

his pocket. His fingers brushed over the device, searching for the right

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

he said, his tone shifting immediately to one of

in his posture. He sat

and what did the board say?" His expression remained unreadable, but the slight tension in his jaw made her

a moment, he exhaled sharply. "That’s their problem. I gave clear instructions before taking my leave. If they can’t handle

Even blind, he was completely in

until next week. I’m not coming in tomorrow. I just got married

Right. He thought he

with a sigh,

Ruby asked casually, pushing aside the odd sense of unease curling in her

he replied

head.

a minor issue at the company. I’ll deal with it

"But what if it gets

he said with certainty.

a moment before speaking

knitted

but if there’s an issue that requires your attention, shouldn’t you at least check on it?" fre

her to encourage him to relax, to assure him the company could function without him for a while—something Ivy

was, urging him to step back into his role. Why? Because he had his sight then or was