Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 27: Something Was Off

The next morning, Ruby slowly stirred in bed, her lashes fluttering as sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room.

She stretched lazily, expecting the space beside her to be empty or her head on Stefan’s body like it usually was in the morning. But as she turned her head, her breath caught.

Her head was not on Stefan’s head, neither was the space empty. Stefan was facing her, his eyes fixated on her face like he could see her.

He wasn’t just staring at her, his face was barely inches away from hers that if she wanted their lips to meet, all she would have to do is just to pucker her lips.

Ruby’s heart skipped several beats, then began pounding loudly in her chest. His stormy gray eyes were locked on hers, his expression soft but curious—like he was searching for something.

Was he... looking at her? Could he see her now? Was that why he was looking into her eyes?

Her thoughts raced wildly. Could he be seeing me? Did his eyesight return overnight? But... he hasn’t said anything.

She studied his eyes, trying to read them. But then she realized she’d been staring too long. Way too long. And he still hadn’t said anything. He didn’t seem to notice her silent panic or the fact that her eyes were open.

He was still blind. But why was he this close to her? How long had he been this way?

She swallowed her thoughts and cleared her throat lightly. "Good morning," she said, her voice coming out softer than she intended.

A slow smile tugged at Stefan’s lips. "Good morning. I’ve been wondering when you’d speak. You’ve been awake for some time now."

Ruby blinked, still unsure. She narrowed her eyes. "Yes, I’ve been quiet because I was wondering why are you so close to my face. It almost looks like you were about to kiss me in my sleep."

Stefan chuckled—a low, warm sound that settled deep in her stomach. "I won’t even lie. I would very much like that," he said, his voice honest and open.

Then, he reached out and gently ran his fingers along the side of her face. Ruby froze, her breath catching once more.

your face again. Even just once more. I miss it." He exhaled deeply. "I miss watching your lips move when you talk. I miss being able to do simple things for you, simple things, like getting the car door or

was so much emotion in his voice, it nearly broke her. She reached up and took his

all of that again," she whispered. "But for now, let me love you the way I can. I’ll see for both of us for now and since you’ve been

you want to be the one giving compliments? Not bad at all. I love this side

"Maybe I

shook his head, amused. "So, you wait until I can’t kiss you at will to show me this new version of you? Now you’ve left me wishing I could kiss you

waiting for when we get married. I just wanted to show you how sweet I can be in marriage..." she said,

surge of emotion that passed through her and suddenly all she could think about was the kiss last

tension building inside her and all she could think about was having his lips on hers

talk herself out of it, she leaned

kiss without warning. Stefan’s lips

of emotion neither of them had voiced but had clearly been building. Ruby poured everything she couldn’t say into it—the confusion, the longing, the fear,

was the only thing grounding him, like her lips were his anchor to a world he couldn’t see but could still feel. Their breath mingled, and time felt

warmed up to the tension. Stefan ran his hand over her body until he found her breast and the he grabbed them

as the sound escaped her lips, her senses returned and she slowly pulled away, not wanting him to think

sharp breaths. She turned her face

if she didn’t moan like Ivy? Or what if the sex isn’t as exciting as when he does it with Ivy? Why was she even

shut her eyes for a

why my emotions are acting like this. Maybe it’s just because I’m playing the part well,’ she

she told herself stopped the warm flutter

broke through her thoughts. "S.... do you... still want to go to

exhaled shakily and forced a smile. "Of course. We

her lips as if trying to erase the sensation—or maybe remember it longer. She didn’t

was that

it was, there was no