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.

Instead, she convinced him to go through with it...

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

smile. "Because I know you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t have offered to be my

sent an unexpected warmth through her chest. Before she could process it, his phone rang. free.w e

into his pocket. His fingers

standing and moving around the table. She took his phone gently and guided his fingers over the screen

Winters," he said, his tone shifting immediately to

posture. He sat up straighter, his

expression remained unreadable, but the slight tension in his jaw made her wonder

leave. If they can’t handle a minor setback without me, then maybe

eyebrow. Even blind, he was completely in

them to hold it off until next week. I’m not coming in tomorrow. I just got married yesterday, and I intend to enjoy some peace

twisted slightly at that. Right. He thought he was married to

call with a sigh, rubbing his

odd sense of

important," he

head. "Didn’t sound like

"Just a minor issue at the company. I’ll

slightly. "But what if it

with certainty. "They can

before speaking again.

knitted

that you’re taking time off, but if there’s an issue

to relax, to assure him the company could function without him

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