Ugly Wife Of Blind Man

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Various noises pierced Valerie's ears that were soundly asleep. He opened his eyes with his face still sleepy. Disturbed by the sound, his expression shriveled.

Valerie heard that the sound of various objects falling on the floor came from the bathroom, then she turned towards the empty bed, it was clear that Victor was the one in the bathroom.

Valerie who is still sleepy wants to continue her sleep because last night she could not sleep because of a narrow and uncomfortable sofa. However, the longer the noise got louder.

Valerie frowned. Reluctantly, he put on sandals and immediately stepped towards the open bathroom.

"Victor, why so bad! You're bleeding!"

His drowsiness instantly disappeared in place of a surprised and panicked expression looking at Victor who was standing in front of the sink with his right cheek scratched, bleeding.

Valerie rushed over with an anxious expression. "Why is your cheek bleeding? Is scratched?! What are you doing to the point that your wounds are open?!"

"Come on! I'll give you medicine!" Getting rid of the iron shelf and the pile of cans scattered on the floor, Valerie immediately pulled Victor's arm involuntarily making the man stiffen for a moment, but did not resist his touch.

Valerie let Victor sit down. Then he looked for the medicine in the drawer. Afterwards, he leaned over to look at his wound. A slight sigh was heard when he saw the wound was not too deep, it was just that the skin on its surface was scratched.

"Your right cheek is slightly scratched, will it cause a scar?" Valerie was convinced that the wound had been scratched by the iron shelf she had passed.

Valerie bowed and got a little closer making Victor clearly smell the scent of vanilla from her. Then he said indifferently. "I can't see it anyway."

The anxious Valerie was instantly stunned. He took a slow breath. "I'll treat him."

Without waiting for her answer, Valerie took a cotton swab and carefully wiped the blood on her cheek, after which she applied it with a disinfectant.

Valerie's gaze shifted slightly towards her closely spaced eyes. He whispered. "Did it hurt?"

As usual, there is no answer. However, he felt the muscles on the man's face twitch, quickly Valerie reduced her pressure and blew on him gently.

Victor's calm face stiffened, yet it was only for a moment.

Her face was pale, the scars made her look rather pitiful, Valerie's movements became softer.

"Are you really able to treat it?"

The question with a slight sneer made Valerie's movements stop. He became annoyed and glared at his unfocused dark eyes, snorting. He tore off the hemostatic paste and applied it directly to his wound.

"Why didn't you call me for help?" ask Valerie slowly.

Victor looked towards him. Due to the narrow distance, the scent of vanilla grew stronger at the end of his nose.

Valerie slightly moved away after noticing the distance, somehow her cheeks were a little hot. Although he could not see, he seemed to feel his vision.

Victor's thin lips slightly raised. "I've called you many times, but it seems like your sleep is so good that it snores loudly."

Valerie's eyes glared in disbelief. "Ak-u never snores while sleeping.You're lying.."

His eyes were rounded as he realized that this body was different from what it used to be. People who are fat are easy to snore.

I have to lose weight!

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I slept more." Valerie turned towards the big bed and complained. "Victor, I really want to sleep in bed. On the sofa is very uncomfortable and too small. Besides, sleeping there affects the quality of my sleep."

There are only two rooms in this small, classic-style building. One room is Victor, and the other is Lucher's. The real Valerie hates Victor, of course she doesn't feel like sleeping with him. During their marriage, they never slept in the same bed.

Victor's voice was cold. "Do you want to sleep in my bed?"

Unconcerned by the redness on her face, Valerie looked at him in annoyance and said straightforwardly. "We are husband and wife! We should have shared a bed!"

Victor grunting. "Whatever. But if you interrupt my sleep, I'll kick you out and let you sleep on the couch again."

Victor did not respond.

Tok

"Sir, Madam, breakfast is here."

Someone's voice stopped their conversation.

"Get in and put it on the table."

Valerie looked at a young man who was a servant. His hands trembled timidly. Huh, she must be afraid of this guy.

"Good morning, Dad." The little man suddenly came with the cat in his arms. They were none other than Lucher and Brownie.

Victor nodded.

"Dad.why is your face.." Lucher looked at his father worriedly.

"Groove," Victor indifferently.

"certainly sick. Has it been treated?"

"Yes. Don't mind this. Breakfast soon."

Lucher nodded obediently. "okay."

"Good morning, Lucher," said Valerie with a warm smile.

Lucher blinked. He glanced at his expressionless father. With slightly pursed lips, he replied reluctantly. "Morning."

Valerie smiled broadly. Then he put the porridge that had been prepared in front of Lucher. "Eat to grow bigger."

Lucher buried his face in the bowl to hide his reddened little face.

***

The view in the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa is the most beautiful view in the Spare residence. Right now, a beautiful woman was staring at the scene in a daze.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you want me to go to work?" A husband of that woman-Javier, asked with a smile.

Nuella. His white face flushed slightly and shook his head in denial. "No."

Nuella tiptoed to tie her tie and said softly. "Next month is your birthday. What gift do you want?"

Javier leaned his body slightly making Nuella retreat in alarm. Javier chuckled at his vigilance. The smile on her face made her look even more charming. "I'm just waiting for a surprise from you."

Nuella nodded shyly. "It's over."

Javier kissed her forehead and said softly. "I'm leaving."

"Yes. Careful."

After the man left, the gentle smile on Nuella's face gradually disappeared and stared at the place where Javier had left with an incomprehensible look.

Nuella stepped up and opened the small glass balcony door, then walked out. At this moment, he could clearly see a small, classic European-style building behind his house that was his residence in his previous life.

The courtyard which was studded with many flowers, was now barren in a lot of mud. The air filled with the smell of mud made him sick as if remembering his memories in that terrible life.

Her beautiful white face that usually showed a gentle smile, was now expressionless as she stared at the place.

Given all the success in achieving the goal, her pink lips lifted forming a slanted smile.

"At any rate, in this life, I have to get everything."