Chapter 3

The clicking of her heels faded as she climbed the stairs to her second-floor office.

Since I couldn't refuse, I decided to just enjoy it. There was no point in being overly polite when the homeowner herself had given the order.

I stood up, using my cane to navigate my way into Room 3.

The room smelled faintly of the same elegant fragrance she wore.

It was massive. It took me several paces to reach the edge of the bed. The mattress was incredibly plush and comfortable.

There was also a smart voice-activation system in the room. I could just speak to play music or audiobooks.

Wealthy life really was something else.

I put on some soft music and lay down, but being in a strange house made it impossible to fall asleep.

An hour later, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. I immediately got up and walked out into the living room.

"You must be hungry. I'll make dinner."

Seeing me in the living room, she walked over quickly.

My instinct was to refuse. Why should the wealthy homeowner cook for the hired help? But I kept my mouth shut.

From our brief interactions, I realized Ms. Vance was a woman who didn't like being questioned.

Still, it was strange. In a mansion this size, I hadn't heard another soul. No maids, no cooks, no housekeepers.

She drove herself, and now she was cooking for herself.

If she was trying to save money, it made no sense. This house was worth millions, and she had just dropped ten grand on my retainer.

I decided to stop overthinking. I just needed to do my job for the next month and get paid.

Her cooking was amazing. In no time, she had prepared a beautiful three-course meal.

Though I couldn't see the food, the smell told me she was highly skilled. She clearly cooked often.

After we ate, she instructed, "Go set up the massage room. I'm going to take a shower and then I'll be there."

"Sure thing."

The massage room in her house was just as well-equipped as the ones at the spa, if not more.

I sat down and waited for her.

Fifteen minutes later, she walked in. I quickly stood up and guided her toward the table.

"Chloe told me you're highly skilled, as good as the senior therapists. Let's see if you live up to the hype."

Lying on the table, her tone completely changed. It was playful, teasing, and filled with a thick layer of flirtation.

"I do my best, Ms. Vance. Please let me know if the pressure is okay or if you have any specific requests."

Despite my brief training, I was confident in my skills. I had studied holistic therapy and anatomy before losing my sight, and now that knowledge was finally paying off.

I reached out, finding her silky hair, and gently tucked it into a spa cap.

Next, I rubbed some essential oils onto my hands and placed them on her shoulders, gliding down her neck.

On the outside, I was a picture of professional focus. On the inside, my heart was hammering against my ribs.

Feeling her skin under my palms, I realized Chloe hadn't exaggerated. Her neck was elegant, her skin flawless and silky, and there wasn't a single ounce of excess fat on her back.

Even without looking, I knew she had a goddess-tier body. She didn't just look younger than Chloe—she felt like she was in her prime twenties.

As I massaged her back, my hands suddenly froze.

I realized she wasn't wearing a towel. She didn't even have a bra on.

She was completely bare.

Visualizing the stunning scene on the table, my blood began to boil. I was blind, but the rest of my body worked perfectly.

Faced with this, what normal man wouldn't lose his mind?

"Mmm... that feels amazing. Keep going, don't stop."

To make matters worse, her soft, breathless moans echoed in the quiet room.