My Husband is Actually Face-blind!

I sat down, watching his retreating figure, squinting. What game is he playing?

"I told you to pick him up. Why did you go upstairs to change clothes instead of meeting him? Oh, you wanted to look your best, right? But he's already gone! You were too slow!"

I looked at my mom, wanting to explain, but the words wouldn't come out.

Then, I thought of someone, and my eyes were fixed on the butler. When he saw me looking at him, his body tensed up, and he silently looked away...

After sending my mom off, I couldn't find the butler anywhere. I asked several maids, and they all seemed... Off, very off!

Their evasive eyes led me to find the hiding butler.

Under my intense questioning, it turned out that David indeed had a condition!

"Mr. White does have a bit of face blindness."

"Are you sure it's just a bit?"

The butler nodded slowly, "Sure."

"He couldn't recognize me, and that's just a bit, isn't it?"

I walked away, holding my head. Oh, heavens!

I suddenly turned around and looked at the butler, who immediately coughed and withdrew his gaze from me.

"Butler, will your Mr. White ever recognize me?"

"That won't happen. We have been him for twenty years, and he should be familiar with us!" He said this with a smug look on his face...

My eye twitched, and my temples throbbed.

No wonder they say rich kids always have some kind of issue... I looked at David's photo on the wall. Handsome?

It is at the cost of his brain!

I grabbed the butler who brought me fruit. "Butler, your Mr. White didn't put his photo here to avoid forgetting his own face, did he?"

"Uh... no, this was taken when he inherited the family business."

I ate the fruit, looking at David's photo with a 45-degree angle.

Then, I had a bold idea!

Should I go out and have fun, find a few young men? Or should I apply for a job at his company and seduce my face-blind husband?

The next afternoon, I prepared a resume and sent it to the White Group. They scheduled an interview for the next day.

In a good mood, I went to the garden to tend to the flowers, with a small watering can and spade.

It was very hot outside, so I wore a sun hat. After a while, it was too hot, so I sat in a pavilion nearby and drank some water.

Just then, I saw David walking over. I thought he was coming to find me after asking the butler. But no, he said, "Is your master Smith, the gardener, not here? Tell him to replace these roses next time, something more unique."

I pursed my lips. He frowned impatiently, "Didn't you hear?"

"Got it, Mr. White."

"Good."

Watching him turn to leave, I waved my spade in his direction, wishing I could hit him from a distance. Unexpectedly...

The next second, the spade flew out of my hand...

It drew an arc and landed near David's heel.

"Clang!"

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. He didn't move, and I didn't dare breathe.

Seeing him about to turn, I ran immediately...

David frowned at the spade, then smirked and called the butler. "Tell Smith that his apprentice is no longer needed."

"Yes, Mr. White..."

The butler didn't understand but agreed.

Recently, I've been acting like a perfect wife in front of David! But he always thought I was a servant!

One moment he's ordering me around, the next, he's lying in bed asking if I had fun today.

Oh my god!

Then David said he wouldn't come home recently because of work at the company.

I didn't respond, just gave him a sweet smile.

For a while, I didn't see David. Unable to stay idle, I went to a bar with my friend.

"Where's your Mr. White?"

"What?"

My friend shouted into my ear again, and I finally heard her.

"He said he's busy."

"Busy playing?"

I didn't understand. I looked in the direction my friend pointed. There was David, playing dice at the next table.

We continued our fun, and my friend, fearlessly, ordered five male models!

Well, whatever, David doesn't recognize me anyway.

Soon, my friend dragged me onto the DJ stage. She threw me a flirtatious glance, challenging me.

Why wouldn't I accept?

I took off my sweatshirt, revealing a tank top and a short skirt covered in sequins. With the lights, I was the most dazzling one on the dance floor.

The two of us danced provocatively, and the crowd cheered endlessly.

Just as the alcohol hit me, my best friend suddenly bumped into me.

Groggily, I followed her gaze and saw David staring intently at the stage. When he noticed me looking at him, he didn't avert his eyes but gave a smile that revealed nothing of his thoughts.

"You're in trouble."

My friend muttered before dragging me away.

Back at our booth, sure enough, David was still watching me.

His gaze followed my every move. Whether it was the alcohol affecting my perception or him, those typically aggressive eyes now had a hint of tenderness.

"Are you about to be disciplined right here?" my friend teased.

I took a sip of my drink without responding because I knew David wasn't looking at his wife but rather at a woman who had piqued his interest. After days of pretending to be a perfect wife, he had ignored me. But a few seductive moves on the dance floor, and suddenly, he was enamored, wasn't he?

Seeing me drink, he raised his glass towards me. I toasted him from a distance, raised my eyebrow, and downed my drink.

No one had told me David had a thing for this type.

"Oh no, he's coming... Quick, let's run..."

"Dammit, I've ordered so many male models for you. What do we do now?"

David approached uninvited, sitting beside me with his head propped on his hand. His eyes, even in his drunken state, seemed to be filled with deep emotion. We locked eyes, and for the first time, I saw a different expression on his face. His eyes were seductive, his lips held a foolish smile, and there was a warmth in his gaze that made my cheeks flush.

Lowering my eyes, I watched him play with a lock of my hair.

"Come home with me tonight," he said.