After my arranged-marriage husband went blind, I started walking around the house in my lingerie. Sometimes, nothing at all. He would just sit there on the sofa, a picture of calm silence. But the tips of his ears would always turn pink, and sometimes, he'd get a random nosebleed. Then one day, I heard his thoughts. 【Should I tell my wife I can actually see again?】 【God, her waist looks so damn soft.】 【I wonder what it would feel like to hold…】 【Her legs are so long.】 【I wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around my shoulders…】 "Stop it!" I lunged forward and clamped my hand over his mouth. 1 I stumbled home from the club, exhausted in body and soul. My father was sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, with a serene smile on his face. "I have some wonderful news." "What?" "The company's bankrupt." I stared at him. "…Dad, has the grief driven you insane?" "Don't be silly. I'm saying it's a blessing in disguise." "What kind of blessing?" I had a very bad feeling about this. "The Thorne family wants to arrange a marriage." The Thornes? They only had one son. Adrian Thorne. But he'd been in a car accident a few months ago. He was blind. I was supposed to marry a blind man? No way. I wasn't done living my life yet. "So you're selling your daughter?" I looked at him like he was the enemy. "Dad, I'm a mess. I cheat, I'm fickle, I'll bring shame to their family and they'll break my legs. Besides, Adrian Thorne is blind—" "How dare you speak about your future husband that way?" my father roared. Three days later, I was practically shoved into the wedding car. At the ceremony, the officiant asked, "Mr. Adrian Thorne, do you take Miss Gigi Carter to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The man before me was devastatingly handsome, with deep-set eyes and a cool, distant air. The perfectly tailored black suit made him look like a star from a classic movie. "I do," he said, his voice flat and cold. Ugh. Jerk. Ice block. You'll never have me! Who cares if you're handsome? The officiant turned to me. "And do you, Miss Gigi Carter, take Mr. Adrian Thorne to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I DO NOT!" I screamed. "I DON'T, I DON'T, I—mmph!" A bodyguard standing behind me clamped a hand over my mouth. The officiant didn't miss a beat, maintaining his professional smile. "Excellent. It seems the couple is in perfect agreement." 2 That night, I was tossed onto the wedding bed, still trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. I'd cursed my father until my throat was raw, and I was just starting to drift off when the door creaked open. The sound of expensive leather shoes on the hardwood floor echoed in the silent room, each step a sharp tap against my eardrums. I was instantly awake. "Help! I've been sold against my will! Somebody help me!" "Gigi." The man calmly adjusted his cuffs. His voice was like a cold winter rain, sending a shiver down my spine. "What do you want?" I watched, wide-eyed, as he moved closer. Help! Isn't he supposed to be blind? Why is he walking so steadily? Where's his cane? "Adrian! Please, let me go! You don't like me, I don't like you! It's perfect! I can set you up with my best friend! She's gorgeous and sweet, seriously!" I was practically begging. His face was now only inches from mine, his features radiating a cool indifference. His dark eyes, though supposedly unseeing, felt intensely focused, filled with a dangerous pressure. "But we're already married," he stated simply. He straightened up, reaching out as if to pat my head. I flinched away. "So what? We can get a divorce!" "But your father's company needs the capital." I froze. Right. If I went back now, the house, the cars—everything would be gone. I'd be in debt for the rest of my life. A shudder ran through me. My expression changed in an instant. "Oh! I was just kidding! Of course I'm happy to marry you! I mean… you're so—" Rich. The word echoed silently in my head. Fine. Whatever. It was just a marriage. A husband I didn't have to do anything for. Once my dad's company was back on its feet, I could just leave. It was a perfect plan. I stopped struggling and flashed Adrian a brilliant smile. "Well then… hubby." His entire body went rigid. "Don't… call me that." "Oh?" I leaned into it. "Hubby, hubby, hubby!" Then an idea struck me. "Since this is just a business arrangement, we need some ground rules. Rule number one: you can't touch me. I get the bed, you get the couch!" "We have guest rooms," Adrian said, rubbing his temples with a hint of weariness. "Then you sleep in a guest room!" 3 I woke up the next morning to find Adrian already gone, presumably to the office. So dedicated, even though he's blind. How does he even work? As I was pondering this, I realized I was hot. The thermostat read 102 degrees. I searched everywhere for the remote. Where was it? "Hey Siri! Turn on the A/C!" Silence. "Alexa! Turn on the A/C!" Still nothing. Furious, I tore off all my clothes in a fit of frustration and flopped onto the sofa, falling back asleep. I was dead to the world when the front door suddenly opened. The familiar footsteps approached. I jolted awake. "Wait! Don't turn on the lights! I'm not wearing anything!" All I had on was my underwear. Too late. Click. The lights flashed on. Adrian stood in the doorway, his gaze unfocused. Oh, right. I forgot. He can't see. Heh. Relaxed, I sank back onto the couch. "You're back. Good, hurry up and make dinner. I'm starving." "You haven't eaten all day?" For some reason, Adrian seemed… uncomfortable. His eyes darted away from me. He can't see, and he's still this shy? I decided to tease him. I padded barefoot across the floor and stood right in front of him, my body almost brushing against his. "Hubby, do you think I'm beautiful?" I took his hand and placed it on my waist. Adrian's pupils constricted. A dark blush crept up his neck and flooded his face. "Beau… beautiful," he stammered, turning his head away. "Tch. What's the point? You can't even see," I said, disappointed, and turned to leave. Adrian's confused voice followed me. "Can't see? Who told you I can't—" He stopped himself. "Right. The car accident. I'm blind." "Well, you should get that fixed," I called over my shoulder as I headed upstairs for a shower. After my shower, I was about to put on a robe, but then I remembered: no security cameras, and a husband who couldn't see. Why bother? Sleeping naked was just too comfortable. Oh! Right! I pattered back downstairs and found Adrian sitting on the sofa. "Turn on the AC, I can't figure it out. I'm dying of heat." No reply. I looked down and saw him sitting there, perfectly still, the tips of his ears bright red. His head was bowed, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Did you hear me?" I reached out to grab his collar. Suddenly, a trickle of dark red blood dripped from his nose. ? 【Should I tell my wife I can actually see again?】 Wait. Who was that? Adrian? What did he just say? No, his lips didn't move. I frowned, confused. 【But God, her waist looks so damn soft.】 【I wonder what it would feel like to hold…】 ? Am I hearing Adrian's thoughts? 【Her legs are so long.】 【I wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around my shoulders…】
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