His Gray Orbs

A while later, Amayah emerged from the bathroom after her bath. She glanced around the room and saw Nolan sleeping soundly on the bed. She heaved a sigh of relief.

'Finally, no more of his sharp tongue.'

She looked over to the other side of the bed, which was empty. Nolan was sleeping peacefully, occupying one side of the bed, but even though the other side was empty, she didn't want to provoke the atrocious monster by waking him up again. She wasn't willing to listen to any more of his sarcastic, inane remarks.

She was exhausted from the day's events, and her fate had to be particularly cruel to have bestowed upon her such a man as her husband. He really had a foul temper and a venomous tongue. Sighing with tiredness, she walked towards the couch in the room and laid down to sleep.

However, no sleep came to her. The problem was that it was winter in City A and there was no heating in the room to keep it warm.

She got up and looked around the room and in the closet, but there was no extra blanket and the only blanket that was available was with Nolan.

She agreed that he did have an unreasonable character, but she wasn't going to steal a blanket from a blind person. After pondering about it, she retrieved her winter coat from her bag and then curled up into a ball to sleep on the sofa.

Sometime later, after Amayah was finally sound asleep, the man on the bed opened his eyes. The dim light from the bedside lamp reflected in his gray orbs. His iris no longer held the melancholic gloominess from earlier.

His eyes were fixed directly at the ceiling above him in deep thought. Even though he couldn't see, he could still feel how the people around him looked at him with contempt.

In that tragedy two years ago, he not only lost his sight but also his authority over the Emerson family's corporate empire. He'd lost everything. He didn't see this newcomer as anything more than another laughing face in the crowd. So why should he be nice to her at all?

***

The Next Morning...

Because of the new surroundings, Amayah didn't particularly have a good sleep, so she woke up even before her usual alarm rang. She glanced at Nolan, who was still asleep.

Getting off the couch, she went to the window and pulled the curtains aside, revealing pitch black window panes. They were so opaque that not even a single ray of natural light passed through them, making the person inside have no idea of dawn or dark.

Amayah couldn't imagine being confined to a single room for more than two hours, then how has Nolan been staying in this dark dungeon-like room for more than two years without seeing the light of the day? She felt bad for the man. Even a healthy person like herself couldn't stand it, so how was a sick man supposed to recover in such an environment?

She unlocked and pushed the windows open with a little force. Without even a second's delay, the bright morning sunlight entered the room as if it had just been waiting to enter at the slightest chance it could get. It instantly brought the dark, gloomy room to life.

"Who gave you permission to open the windows?" A cold, emotionless voice came from the bed behind her, jolting her. Her heart was pounding hard from the unexpected scare.

Reflexively, she turned around to look at Nolan. He was sitting straight up in bed, gazing at her with eyes as smokey and unfathomable as a starless night.

She hadn't had time to notice his appearance in detail that well last night due to the darkness and his disobliging behavior. Now that she was looking at him in the bright morning light, she could see his features more clearly. He was clearly good looking, but the first thing that caught her eyes were his beautiful, as ever, gray eyes, which were gleaming like silver pearls in the darkness under the sunlight.

Snapping out of her daze, she apologized instantly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep, Master Nolan. I'll be more careful in the future." She hadn't thought that he would be a light sleeper; she'd been as quiet as a mouse.

Not getting the answer he wanted, he repeated his question. "Who told you to open the windows without my permission?"

She initially assumed he was angry because she had disturbed his sleep, but she now realizes he was angry because she had opened the windows, not because she had disturbed his sleep. She hadn't even thought that Nolan had chosen this hell for himself since he couldn't see. Why would he be so cruel to himself?

"I just realized that there's no natural light coming into the room. It's all stuffy and gloomy here, and I was just worried that you'd feel suffocated. It isn't good for your recovery at all."

Hearing her innocent, concern-filled words, Nolan's demeanor shifted somewhat. No one over the last two years felt concerned for him, but being reminded that she could be doing this because of the money, he was enraged again.

"You don't need to show your fake concern for me. Don't do anything without my permission in this room."

Hearing this, Amayah was speechless. What was wrong with this man? Why did he always have to misunderstand her actions and words?

"I just thought that the view outside is so lovely; it would be a shame not to enjoy it. It might improve your condition."

Hearing her sentence, he instantly became infuriated again. "You're talking about the scenery with a blind man? Are you mocking me?"

She quickly tried to calm him, "You can feel it even if you can't see it. The lovely scent of newly blooming flowers in the spring, the sun's soothing warmth, in the summer, gentle winds whistle through the fallen leaves in the autumn. and the cold snowflakes falling in the winter. You don't need your eyes to appreciate nature; you just have to open the window. Isn't that right?"

Although seeing her point, he just turned his face and sneered.

Amayah could only sigh at his arrogance.