Chapter 2 You Didn't Make the Wrong Choice

• Clara held Mason's head close.
• Splatter! A disgusting, chilly liquid drenched Clara's back. Seeing someone defend Mason, they grumbled.
• "What the hell? You're protecting this blind guy now right after getting married?"
• "I'm curious!" Charles leaned in to study Clara's lovely face. "How do you moan in bed? Can't you even make a sound?"
• "Or ... " Keith grinned. "I'll record some moaning sound for you. You can play it when you sleep together. That's better than silence, right?"
• "Haha." Charles chuckled. "Good plan! But Mason can't see. Will he put it in the wrong hole?"
• "I think he can just wing it, right?"
• Listening to their crude talk, Clara let go of Mason when she was sure they were out of paint. She then checked him for spills.
• Luckily, not a single drop landed on his face.
• But he looked extremely thin, with pale cheeks and lips, and dim, dull eyes like buried black jewels.
• Clara shivered, wanting to wipe away the dust from his eyes.
• He used to be full of life, but now ...
• "Leslie." Mason finally spoke. "Is that you?"
• Clara placed her hand in his cold palm, noticing the wounds, cracked from the cold.
• Quickly, she removed her coat and covered Mason. She wore only a thin white dress, accentuating her graceful figure.
• The two men gulped nervously, eyes lingering on Clara's enticing body.
• Charles' tone changed. "This girl has a nice figure."
• "Charles, let's help Mason inspect her. He can't see, so he probably doesn't know if it's good."
• "Right, that's a good idea." They smirked, moving closer to Clara.
• She stood firm, not flinching.
• They thought she was paralyzed with fear as they laughed loudly.
• One of them grabbed Clara's arm, drooling. "Wow, such smooth skin—"
• Before he could finish, Clara grabbed their wrists.
• "She's quite cooperative. I like that. Oh, wait. My hand's numb ... "
• Clara smiled as she applied pressure.
• Being from a family of alternative medicine practitioners, Clara had learned about every pressure point and the functions of each one from her maternal grandparents.
• The expressions on Charles and Keith's faces changed from pleasure to agony within seconds. They couldn't shout or resist; they were left with only one usable hand.
• Though Mason couldn't see, he could hear.
• His cousins suddenly fell silent, their voices now gasps of cold air. Mason had no idea what Clara was doing.
• Extending his hand, he softly called out, "Leslie, come over here."
• George, standing by the door, noticed the situation and chimed in quickly, "Mr. Charles, Mr. Keith, you two should head back soon. Today is Mr. Mason and Mrs. Smith's special day."
• Clara glanced back at Mason and released his hand.
• The brothers writhed on the ground, resembling a split-in-half leech.
• Clara maintained her cool demeanor as she approached Mason, who said indifferently, "Just ignore them. They're a sorry lot."
• George came over to assist the brothers while added a parting remark. "Take care of Mr. Mason, Mrs. Smith!"
• As Clara crouched to tidy up the mess on the floor, Mason promptly pulled her up.
• Drawing Clara in front of him, his eyes were completely dark, devoid of even a faint shadow.
• His intense yet sightless gaze swept over Clara's face before giving up.
• He hadn't anticipated Leslie actually marrying him. Reaching out to her, he asked softly, "Can I feel your face?"
• Clara hesitated for a moment, mindful that she wasn't Leslie.
• Nevertheless, Mason's chilly hand rested on her cheek, his thin fingers gliding gently over her skin.
• Clara's heart raced with uncertainty, unsure if the blind Mason could distinguish her from Leslie through touch.
• His fingers lingered over her eyes, gently exploring. "Leslie, why did you marry a blind man like me?"
• Seeing that he failed to recognize her, Clara breathed a sigh of relief.
• She gazed at Mason, noting that his face was still remarkably handsome despite his frailty.
• Unable to vocalize her thoughts, Clara simply remained silent.
• Suddenly, Mason enveloped Clara in a hug, whispering softly in her ear, "Leslie, don't worry. These tough times won't last. You didn't make the wrong choice."
• She had never doubted it; she only longed for Mason to always realize he hadn't married the wrong person either.
• Nestling into Mason's embrace, she found solace. Despite his skeletal frame, his broad chest provided shelter from the storm.
• Gently lifting her chin, Mason's face caught the glimmer of sunlight streaming through the glassless window, infusing his sightless eyes with a hint of radiance.
• He leaned in and kissed Clara's lips.
• It was her first kiss, and she trembled, on the verge of tears.
• She had run into Mason and Leslie at the Davises' when they were dating. She had only dared to observe from a distance.
• In Mason's eyes, there was only Leslie. She hadn't expected him to kiss her so tenderly one day.
• Closing her eyes, she welcomed Mason's kiss with joy.
• Suddenly, the door burst open, and the middle-aged maid stood there, speaking brusquely.
• "Mr. Mason, Mrs. Smith, time for dinner! Even though you look forward to the wedding night, there's no need to rush!"