The Blind CEO's Contract Wife

Chapter Eight

I walked him to the dining room before heading into the kitchen to prepare coffee for him. Since I had resumed my role as his wife, I figured making him coffee was the least I could do in exchange for everything.

A few minutes later, I returned carrying two cups of hot coffee carefully in my hands. I placed one gently in front of him before taking my seat across from him.

“I figured making you coffee is the least I can do in exchange for everything,” I said softly.

“Try it,” I added.

Damien slowly stretched his hand across the table, searching for the cup carefully.

The sight made guilt twist inside my chest immediately.

I quickly stood up from my seat. “My bad… I’ll get better at this,” I said softly before moving closer to him.

I sat beside him instead and carefully reached for the cup. “How many cubes of sugar do you take? I already put two cubes in your coffee.”

Suddenly, Damien gently held my hand.

“I can manage,” he said calmly. “I’ve been doing just fine on my own before you came here.”

“I know,” I replied softly, “I just figured if we’re going to be together for the next year, I thought I could try making things easier for you.”

Carefully, I guided his hand toward the cup.

“Be careful. It’s still hot.”

He slowly lifted the cup and took a sip from it.

Then suddenly John entered immediately.

“My apologies for intruding, boss.”

Damien calmly lowered the cup. “It’s fine. You wouldn’t have interrupted if it wasn’t important.”

The atmosphere suddenly felt awkward, like I was intruding on something important.

“I think I’ll just go check out the garden,” I excused myself quietly.

Without waiting for a response, I stood up and left the dining room.

The moment I stepped outside, the cold evening breeze brushed gently against my skin. I slowly walked toward the garden, and the sight before me instantly made me pause.

It was beautiful.

The flowers bloomed beneath soft golden lights while the fountain in the middle shimmered peacefully beneath the night sky. For a brief moment, I forgot all my worries completely.

Damien’s POV

The moment she left, I slowly removed my glasses.

“John,” I called calmly.

“What’s the progress?”

I leaned back slightly against the chair. “The housekeeper named Lizzie… she’s the one who threw the plant from the stairs earlier when you entered with your wife?”

“Yes, sir. She’s newly hired.”

A cold smile slowly appeared on my face.

“Victor Ashford,” I muttered quietly.

John immediately understood.

“My uncle sent a spy into my house disguised as a housekeeper.”

“Do you want me to fire her immediately, sir?” John asked.

I remained silent for a few seconds before shaking my head slowly.

“No. Let’s keep her.”

John frowned slightly.

“I want to know exactly what Victor is planning.”