The blind boss's nanny

The man, however, had turned his face away from her at some point, now facing sideways.

His usually pale and aloof face was now flushed with a restrained blush.

He pursed his lips tightly, his jawline was taut, and his Adam's apple was bobbing up and down with difficulty, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

Lin Xiaoman was startled, and instinctively looked down at the hand that was still on his leg—

Her breathing stopped for a second.

Something was changing where her palm rested.

She quickly withdrew her hand and fell backward onto the carpet in a panic.

Time flowed viscously for two seconds in the utter silence.

"I...I..."

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sound. Her cheeks instantly turned bright red, the redness spreading all the way to her ears.

Overwhelmed by immense embarrassment and helplessness.

She had seen it with her own eyes, so of course she knew what it meant, but she never imagined that she would witness it so soon under these circumstances...

It is even closely related to her.

Lu Tingzhao kept his face turned to the side, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The flush hadn't faded; instead, it seemed to add to her disheveled state and a sense of...loss of control because of her reaction and the sudden distance she created.

His hand, resting on the armrest, was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

After a few suffocating seconds of silence, he was the first to regain his voice. It was lower and hoarse than usual, carrying a tense, suppressed strain:

"You can go out now."

Two simple words, resolute and decisive.

Lin Xiaoman felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She practically scrambled to her feet from the carpet, not daring to look in that direction again, and rushed towards the door without turning back.

Lu Tingzhao finally relaxed from his taut tension. He leaned back heavily in his chair, raised his hand, and pressed the back of his hand hard against his burning eyes and brow.

The faint scent of orange blossoms from her body still lingered in my nostrils, and the tingling sensation on my neck where she had brushed against me still lingered, vividly demonstrating how absurd, and yet... real, everything that had just happened was.

Outside the door, Lin Xiaoman, with her back against the cold wall and clutching her wildly beating heart, was going through a mental storm.

The first thought that came to mind was terror:

Oh no! I... I... messed with the chairman! Will he think I did it on purpose? The way he told me to "get out" was so cold, was he angry? Is he going to kick me out again?

What followed was a chaotic analysis:

Wait... was it because those stray hairs were itchy? Or was it because... I was too close? Blowing on him... was that a bad idea? But I just wanted to clean him up!

She stood at the door for a full minute before the heat on her face subsided slightly.

My mind was a jumbled mess. One moment it was the shocking scene from earlier, the next it was his flushed, restrained profile, and then it was his cold "Get out."

Ultimately, all the thoughts converged on one pressing, real problem:

What should she do now?

Are you pretending nothing happened and going back to work as usual later?

Should she... apologize? Although she didn't know why she should apologize.

Or perhaps he simply doesn't want to see her anymore?

After a brief moment of self-composure, Lu Tingzhao, inside the bedroom, slowly lowered the hand that had been pressing against his brow.

The heat on his face had not completely subsided, but his usual cold and aloof mask had already been put back on.

He groped his way to his feet, tapping the ground lightly with his cane, preparing to walk towards the bathroom... He desperately needed cold water to completely wake himself up.

However, his toes had just lifted, not yet touching the ground...

"Chairman, don't move!"

With a hurried shout, the figure that had just fled in panic suddenly returned like a gust of wind, rushing towards him without regard for anything else, spreading its arms to block his path.

Lu Tingzhao's cane froze in mid-air, his body tilting slightly backward from the sudden obstruction.

His brows furrowed immediately, the irritation he had barely managed to suppress mingling with his displeasure at being interrupted.

"What are you doing back here?"

The voice was colder and harder than before, and it was tense.

Lin Xiaoman ignored the coldness in his tone. Her anxious gaze swept over his feet... the forgotten, open toolbox lying right in the middle of his path!

Inside, sharp scissors and razors gleamed coldly under the light.

Good heavens! She actually made such a basic mistake!

Perhaps it was because she hadn't been back to work for so long and was out of practice, or perhaps she was still completely overwhelmed by the embarrassment she had just experienced, but she completely forgot the first rule of the "Work Rules" that Aunt Mei had repeatedly emphasized and that she herself knew by heart—

All tools must be returned to their original place immediately after use to avoid inconvenience to the chairman.

Seeing that Lu Tingzhao's cane tip and his foot, clad in slippers, were less than ten centimeters away from those dangerous metal tools, Lin Xiaoman's heart was pounding in her throat.

"I'm so sorry, Chairman!"

She spoke rapidly, apologizing as she quickly crouched down and began frantically tidying up.

"I forgot to pack up my tools! I almost tripped you! I'll be right there! Right away!"

Her movements were quick and hurried; she shoved the metal tools into the box with a clattering sound that was particularly jarring in the overly quiet bedroom, revealing her panic and guilt.

Lu Tingzhao stood there, listening to the commotion around him, feeling her breath so close to his, and the sleeve of her dress brushing against his calf as she moved hurriedly...

He closed his eyes, feeling that the plan to use cold water in the bathroom might have to be brought forward.

"Lin Xiaoman".

He spoke in a deep voice, attempting to suppress the subtle emotions that were beginning to stir in the air again with his authority.

"exist!"

The nanny, who was squatting on the ground, immediately responded, looked up at him with wide eyes, and held a comb in her hand.

Sensing her timid yet earnest demeanor, Lu Tingzhao found himself unable to utter the rebuke that was on the tip of his tongue.