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No matter what Cassian’s intentions were, one thing was clear–Zane hadn’t let the situation spiral out of control. He had stepped in before things could escalate, protecting both our families‘ reputations,
I was relieved, but more than that, I was grateful.
And yet. I couldn’t help but fool wadase.
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was kind, perceptive despite his blindness and undoubtedly worthy of someone far better.
Just then, something warm pressed lightly against my forehead. His voice, smooth as a flowing river, broke through my thoughts.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I was the one who proposed this marriage. I don’t have anyone else I love.” His tone was gentle yet firm, as if he could sense my hesitation. “It’s been a long day for you. You’ve been up since dawn. Go wash up and get some rest.”
“We have plenty of time. There’s no need to force yourself. I’ll wait until you’re ready”
He reached out, fingers brushing against the back of my head in a reassuring touch before turning toward the walk–in closet.
His understanding only made my emotions more complicated
I was relieved that our relationship hadn’t become as unbearable as I had feared, but at the same time, I had no idea how to navigate this new life with him. He carried himself with an air of quiet sophistication, untouchable like a distant star. And me? I was a mess, drowning in my own regrets and mistakes.
Lost in thought, I was startled by the sound of something hitting the floor in the closet.
I hurried over. “Tell me what you need? I’ll get it for you.”
There he was, crouched on the ground, searching for something with careful, measured movements. His fingers grazed the floor but just barely missed the watch lying inches away.
The sight made my chest tighten. Why was life so unfair? Why did someone like him have to live in darkness, while men like Cassian walked around unscathed, ruining lives without consequence?
I quickly picked up the watch and helped him to his feet. Taking a shaky breath, I said, “Mr. Kensington, as an
apology, please let me be your eyes. You can ask me for anything.”
Mean–except for… you know. Everything else. You
His expression remained unreadable, so I hurried to clarify. “I can even treat me as your assistant. Would you be okay with that?”
For the first time, I had a clear idea of how I wanted to handle our relationship.
I wanted to integrate into his life, into the Kensington Family, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to one day look back, see all my flaws and regret letting me in.
If I remained just his assistant, I could keep my distance while still being by his side.
Zane immediately understood my meaning. He hesitated only briefly before a smile tugged at his lips.
For a moment, Zane said nothing. Then, a slow smile curved his lips. “Alright,” he murmured. “Then, I’ll leave my
care in your hands.”
However, it took less than five minutes for me to break my own words.
Zane went into the shower and I suddenly heard a loud crash, followed by a muffled groan.
I shot up from the bed. “Mr. Kensington? Are you okay?”
A pause. Then his voice, calm as ever, though slightly strained, “I’m fine. Just slipped. Twisted my ankle a little.
I froze, heart pounding. Without thinking, I bolted into the bathroom. “Can you stand? Do you need he=“1
stopped short, the scene before me hitting me like a freight train.
Oh. Oh, God. My brain short–circuited. I spun on my heel so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet.
“Liv?” His voice carried the faintest hint of amusement. “Are you still there?”
“Yes!” I practically yelped, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Can you get me another robe? This one got wet when I fell,” he said casually, as if I hadn’t just walked in on him.
I had to thank God once again that he couldn’t see.
At least he hadn’t noticed how flustered I was.
My face burned as the image seared itself into my brain–steam curling around his lean frame, water droplets
clinging to his skin, trailing down his abs, slipping over the sharp lines of his V–cut before disappearing into the shadows below
