Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 151: In-house Cinema/Story teller

The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the sheer curtains as Ruby stepped into their bedroom, her steps faltering the moment her eyes took in the sight before her.

Her breath caught as her eyes roamed around the room.

The entire room had been transformed.

The lights were dimmed to a golden hue, casting a warm, romantic glow over the space. Plush blankets and oversized pillows were spread across the floor in the center of the room, forming a cozy nest.

A small projector stood on a tripod at the foot of the bed, already casting playful movie previews onto the wall, while a bowl of popcorn sat on a tray alongside an assortment of candies and two glasses of sparkling water.

Her heart swelled. She could barely find words.

"Stefan," she breathed, her hand instinctively pressing to her chest. "What is this?"

She turned, her gaze searching, only to find him standing by the window, dressed casually in dark slacks and a soft gray sweater that clung perfectly to his frame.

He turned to face her and his gray eyes, instinctively locked on her hazel eyes, a small, boyish smile lifting the corners of his lips.

"I thought," he began softly, rubbing the back of his neck almost shyly, "since we never really got to have a proper movie date... maybe we could have one here. Just the two of us. No distractions. No stress."

"Wait, is this why you lied to me about the doctor wanting to see me and refusing to take me saying you needed to be somewhere else?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

An hour earlier, Stefan had told her the doctor had requested her presence that he needed to check on her and the baby and when she’d agreed with hopes he’d be there with her, he’d told her he couldn’t take her that Martin would since the chauffeur would be taking him.

Looking at all this, she was sure he’d asked Martin to go with her so he could keep a close watch on her since he trusted Martin more than he did his chauffeur.

"Technically, I didn’t lie since I did want the doctor to check on you and I was needed here. I had ’other’ engagements which is to surprise you, baby," he said with a wink.

Ruby’s heart skipped. Her eyes misted, the weight of his thoughtfulness washing over her in gentle, overwhelming waves.

She took a slow step toward him. "You did all this... for me?"

He smiled wider. "For us," he corrected gently. "I know... I haven’t always gotten things right. And I know how much I hurt you when I pushed you away, even without knowing the truth. But I meant what I said—I want to make this work, Ruby. With you. I want to show you I’m not going anywhere and it’s you I want every moment of my life."

breath hitched. How had she gotten

emotion. "You didn’t have to do all this," she whispered, her voice barely steady. "But I love that

smiled, then, slowly, he brought her hands up to his lips and pressed the softest kiss

you," he murmured against her skin, his voice barely above a whisper.

stop it. She let out a breathless laugh, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I’m here already and

exhaled, visibly relaxing as he smiled again while whipping off

us three of your favorite movies, but you’ll have to

the sound light and full of warmth. "I think I can manage that,"

his side, resting her head against his shoulder. His arm slipped around

brush of Stefan’s thumb tracing slow, idle circles along her arm. The way he turned to look at her every now and then when something made her giggle softly. The quiet comfort of just...

him, her

into

wanted. Loved even

lips found hers then—soft, slow,

tender but full of something unspoken. A promise. A beginning. A quiet vow

apart, both slightly breathless, Ruby rested her forehead against

was to find you and fate just had to bring you to me through her. I’m just

lay ahead, no matter what

absentmindedly tracing the rim of her favorite mug. The house was quiet except for the distant sound

mind, however, was anything

Part of her wanted to jump at the chance immediately. To be closer to Ruby. To start fresh. But another part... a deeper,

an old photograph of her parents sat on the shelf. Earlier that afternoon, she’d stopped by their house—the one she’d grown

she still held so tightly. She’d decided to move from the house because she’d been scared of being reminded of

she really leave Florittle? The town that had shaped her, sheltered her, held the last pieces of

ponytail as she moved to the bed. She’d

sit when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Her brows lifted when she saw

Ethan.

smile tugged at her lips despite herself. "What is he doing

queen doing?" came Ethan’s teasing voice, warm

her eyes, settling onto the edge of the bed. "I’m not your queen...