He's Blind, I'm His Fake Fiancée for a Year

Chapter 4

Life abroad wasn't easy.

I was in an unfamiliar country, juggling work while taking care of William, who was still recovering. It took me half a year just to find my footing.

I worked as a vocal coach at a small music institute and played piano at a French restaurant whenever I had the time. Most of the money the Smith family had given me went straight into medical bills. There were still so many expenses ahead, I had to work even harder.

The last thing I expected was to run into Lucas.

He was at the restaurant one evening, sitting in a quiet corner, deep in discussion with a business associate. With his sight fully restored, he looked even more striking than he had on the news.

And he didn't glance at me. Not even once.

Which made sense. He had never actually seen me before.

But knowing that didn't stop my hands from trembling. My fingers fumbled across the keys, my usually steady rhythm faltering into an offbeat mess.

The restaurant manager shot me a pointed look, and I forced myself to focus.

At my break, I rushed to the restroom to pull myself together.

Just as I stepped out, I collided with someone.

A phone slipped from their hands and hit the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" I bent down to pick it up, only to look up and meet a pair of familiar eyes.

Lucas.

He was staring at me, his expression unreadable.

I quickly checked the phone, it was still intact, and handed it back to him. Our fingertips brushed for a brief second, and I pulled away as if burned.

"Please check if it's okay. If it is, I'll be on my way."

Silence.

He didn't say a word, just kept looking at me.

Under his gaze, my nerves stretched tight. I forced a polite smile, ready to turn and walk away,

Then, a hesitant voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Honey?"

I froze.

Swallowing hard, I turned back, feigning confusion. "Excuse me?"

His expression shifted. Disappointment flickered across his face like a shadow.

He didn't speak again.