Chapter 3Faking Blindness

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…】