Chapter 7
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Two days later, I met my future husband for the first time.
He was James, the heir of the Blackwell family.
He wore a sharp black suit and looked elegant and handsome.
He was in a wheelchair and had a thin blanket covering his knees. However, his back was straight, and his shoulders were broad and powerful. So, because of that, people would completely forget about his disability.
"Leah," he called my name in a deep voice.
I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level.
I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering.
I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket.
"Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.
I heard the people around me gasping when I held his hands. However, I was so nervous that I could not care about all that. I subconsciously held his hands tighter instead.
James did not push me away.
His hands were big, and his fingers were long. I could not even hold them in my hands.
Right as I was about to suffocate because of my nerves, James held my icy hands. He wrapped my freezing hands in his palms and held them tightly.
"Leah, push me to my room," he said.
I quickly got up, but I staggered and almost fell.
James reached out and grabbed my waist. "Be careful," he said.
He let go very quickly, but my cheeks were a little flushed.
I hummed softly in acknowledgment and took over his wheelchair from the household staff. Then, I pushed him to his room.
Once the door was shut, the warm lights turned on.
James glanced at me and pointed at his legs. There was a faint grin on his face, but it also seemed like it was just my illusion.
"My legs don't work, Leah. I'll have to rely on you tonight."
I lowered my head, not daring to look at him. I nodded a little and pinched my earlobe awkwardly just to find that it was burning…
