Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 70: Fate Or Coincidence?

Just before 8 a.m., Rayna’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter just as she was finishing her second cup of tea, knowing Ruby would be in Florittle any moment after flying for eighteen hours.

She’d woken up early, too restless to sleep in, but now, as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the little bungalow in Florittle, the reason behind her racing heart became clear.

She had been worried sick about Ruby. She grabbed her phone and slid her finger across the screen to answer.

"Ray," Ruby’s voice came through, soft but tired, "I just got to the airport. I’ll find a cab and head straight to you. Are you home?"

Rayna’s heart flipped with relief immediately. She’d thought Ruby wouldn’t be arriving until an hour later. .com

"Oh, thank God. I’ve been worried sick! Are you okay? How was the trip? Did anyone follow you? You’re not dizzy or hungry or—"

"Breathe, Ray," Ruby interrupted with a chuckle, the kind that sounded like home. "I’m fine. Really. Just exhausted. We’ll talk about any other thing when I get to you. Where are you now?"

"Alright, alright," Rayna said, already rising from the stool and grabbing her car keys. "I’m coming to get you. Don’t argue. You’re not wandering around with swollen feet and a baby bump."

Before Ruby could protest, Rayna had ended the call, already shrugging into a light jacket over her simple white tee and leggings.

Her long black curls were still a mess from sleep, but she didn’t care. Her best friend—her sister in every way that counted—was finally here.

She was halfway to the car when a thought struck her. "Food," she muttered to herself. Ruby probably hadn’t eaten anything. She probably hadn’t had a proper meal in hours, and knowing her, she’d be too emotional or overwhelmed to ask for anything.

Rayna veered toward the corner store she used to grab quick stuff. The small local grocer was quaint, stocked with essentials and a few homemade snacks the town was proud of.

in, scanning the aisles for anything Ruby might crave. She grabbed a box of crackers, a couple of juice boxes, some fruit, and a small tub of chocolate pudding—just in case. Pregnant cravings were unpredictable. Thinking about looking after a pregnant Ruby,

be happy about any of what Ruby was going through, she couldn’t help it. The idea of looking after her friend, and her unborn child sent waves

head, telling

next aisle for

said,

alright." The voice was deep

looked at the face, wanting to place where she had seen it. He was tall, broad shouldered and a well defined jawline. Messy brown hair adorning his face. She squinted her eyes and the way he raised his brows playfully at her made her heart skip and just then, it

"Ethan?" she asked uncertainly.

glad she’d recognized him pretty fast unlike some other one night stands that would pretend not to know him even if they

naturally wouldn’t have recognized her given it’s been a long time but how couldn’t he when he’d been dreaming

looked him over. He looked every bit the city man lost in a small town—jeans too clean, shirt crisp, and sunglasses hanging on his collar like a forgotten accessory. Yet, there was something about his easy confidence that made Rayna’s heart do a tiny, inconvenient

raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here? Wait, don’t tell me you followed me here and waited till after six months to approach me so it doesn’t feel creepy,"

patience?" he asked with a teasing smirk and

with a cocky

in town to... check on some things. Besides, I work

said vaguely, not planning to spill anything about her work

softly. "Juice boxes and pudding? Don’t tell me you’ve

laughed, brushing a curl out of her face. "No toddler. Just... taking care of someone. Someone who needs rest, comfort food,

her face. "That

suddenly aware of the heat rising to her cheeks. She didn’t like how easily he could unnerve her with one sentence. That was why she had refused giving him her number that day after

thoughts. "You know, I think you and I share same fate seeing as we’ve met again after... what? Six

"Fate or coincidence? Don’t tell me you