Chapter 2

My name is Olivia. I'm an orphan.

Three years ago, I was adopted by a wealthy family, but none of their children liked me.

Especially the youngest son.

He pushed me down the stairs when I wasn't paying attention. I hit my head on the steps, causing me to go blind.

Actually, I'm not completely blind.

My vision is just very blurry.

To stay alive, I insisted I couldn't see anything at all.

After I was discharged from the hospital, the family sent me to a villa in the suburbs along with a huge sum of money, leaving me to fend for myself.

I couldn't be bothered to seek revenge.

I lived comfortably every day, ordering takeout and opening packages.

But two weeks ago, on a night I'll never forget, an assassin suddenly broke in.

He held a knife to my throat, ready to kill me, but when he realized I was blind, he hesitated.

He only threatened me not to tell anyone.

And so began our strange cohabitation.

His whereabouts were unpredictable. Occasionally he would help cook meals.

But a few meals were far from enough to satisfy me.

As the landlord, I had to show him who's boss.

That night, I crouched outside the bathroom door, imagining his tantalizing body.

The water stopped. The assassin walked out wrapped in a towel.

Steam billowed around him.

Even with my blurry vision, I could make out his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Tsk tsk, he smelled so good up close.

The assassin saw me. "What are you doing here?"

I faced his chest and cleared my throat. "Let me feel those abs, big boy."

He: "..."