The blind boss's nanny

She took his hand and guided his fingers, stained with bright red ink, to the small circle above the signature at the end of the contract.

"Just press down here."

Lu Tingzhao did as instructed. He pressed his fingertip down, leaving a clear fingerprint on the contract.

"That's fine."

Lin Xiaoman said this, but did not immediately let go of his hand.

She knew that Lu Tingzhao loved cleanliness, even to the point of being somewhat obsessive.

If he were to try to wipe it himself, he would likely make a mess of the ink, staining his expensive shirt cuffs and trousers.

"Please don't move."

She lowered her voice further.

"The inkpad isn't dry yet, so it's easy to smudge."

The next second, she almost knelt on one knee on the soft carpet in front of him.

This position allowed her to look directly at his palm.

Lu Tingzhao held his breath slightly because of this sudden approach.

He could feel her warm breath as it gently brushed against his wrist, and he could smell the faint scent of orange blossom in her hair.

But Lin Xiaoman was completely unaware of this.

Her entire attention was focused on that hand with its distinct knuckles, now stained with a striking red.

She used a prepared wet wipe to carefully and meticulously wipe away the deepest red stains from his fingertips.

The movements were slow and focused.

The cool touch of the wet wipe contrasted with the temperature of his fingertips. Her thumb would occasionally gently press against his fingertip, applying steady yet incredibly gentle pressure.

After wiping away most of the color, she began to work on the spaces between her fingers and the edges of her nails, those fine spots where residue could easily remain.

A few soft strands of hair slipped down as she lowered her head, brushing lightly against the back of Lu Tingzhao's hand.

That fleeting touch was as subtle as a feather brushing against you, yet it carried the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body.

Lu Tingzhao's breathing stopped for a second.

The slight itch on the back of my hand suddenly shot across my skin and reached my heart, triggering an indescribable flutter.

The itch wasn't just on his skin; it felt like a feather was gently tickling the most sensitive spot in his heart.

His left hand, which was resting on the armrest, tightened unconsciously.

The heartbeat in my chest lost its steady rhythm and began to roar in the silence.

Lu Tingzhao sat stiffly in the high-backed chair, not daring to move.

All her senses were focused on her right hand, which she was gently "caressing".

Lin Xiaoman's breath was slightly unsteady due to her focus, and it gently brushed against his damp fingertips.

Time was stretched out indefinitely.

The study was so quiet that only the occasional soft humming of her breath could be heard.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Finally, Lin Xiaoman stopped, leaned closer, carefully examined his fingers, and then looked at them against the light.

"Yes, it's clean."

She announced with satisfaction and a relaxed tone.

She looked up, wanting to smile at him, but unexpectedly met his downcast gaze.

Even though she knew he couldn't see, the direction of his focused "gaze" still made her heart skip a beat.

The moment she looked up, Lu Tingzhao subconsciously turned his head slightly.

When he spoke again, his voice was several decibels lower and hoarser than usual, and it was tense:

Go open the window.

The order came somewhat abruptly. The temperature in the study was pleasant, without any stuffiness.

Although Lin Xiaoman was somewhat puzzled, she still replied:

"OK."

She stood up and walked towards the heavy French window.

As she stood up, a slight breeze swept across Lu Tingzhao's cheek, as if the warm fragrance of her body still lingered.

As she turned away and struggled to open the window, Lu Tingzhao took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to calm the unfamiliar heat and rapid heartbeat in his chest.

The palm of the left hand holding the white cane was already damp with a thin layer of sweat.

The cool air of the early winter night rushed in through the open window, brushing against his face and bringing a touch of coolness, but it did not completely extinguish the flame in his heart.

He turned to the empty night outside the window, and heard the sound of her footsteps as she closed the window and turned to walk back.

The footsteps echoed, one after another, as if they were on the beat of his heartbeat.

"Chairman, it's late, let's go and rest..."

Her voice came from behind, languid and casual.

She said "we" again.

She used to speak so freely when she worked here.

"Chairman, it's time for lunch." "Let's go for a walk." "It's time for us to rest."

At that time, Lu Tingzhao only regarded her as a middle-aged nanny with average education and no sense of propriety, whose language was crude and not worth mentioning.

He was too lazy to even correct him, just as he wouldn't care about Yuanbao's occasional humming at his feet.

but now……

Everything is different now.

He knew she wasn't a middle-aged woman, but a vibrant, lively, and even somewhat overly intelligent young girl.

He knew that her eyes, which always held a smile, were probably looking at him right now.

He knew that the word "we" was uttered from her soft lips, carrying her body heat and an unconscious intimacy.

This tiny difference, in his infinitely magnified hearing and imagination, was given a completely different weight.

Why?

Why was she different from the others in the manor, and even from his subordinates, who kept their distance from him, used their words cautiously, and always maintained a safe distance?

Why is it that she can come back after angering him, squat down in front of him and focus on wiping his hands, and say "Let's go rest" in such a matter-of-fact tone, as if they were one?

Was she just naturally oblivious, unable to sense the sharp edges on his body and the gloom that followed his blindness?

A strange emotion spread through Lu Tingzhao's heart.

Her casual words, her unintentional touches, even the frequency of her breathing, all became codes in his dark world that he had to painstakingly decipher, tugging at every nerve in his body.

Lu Tingzhao remained silent for a few seconds before responding in his usual calm tone:

"Um."

He did not correct her choice of words.

The two went up to the 6th floor together.

It wasn't until Lin Xiaoman followed Lu Tingzhao into his master bedroom so naturally that Yuanbao, who had been dozing on the doormat, belatedly realized what was happening.

It suddenly raised its furry head, its nose twitched rapidly in the air, and its always wet eyes widened, filled with unbelievable surprise.