Chapter 8

The hand that touched Eren was pushed away as he gasped once more from the nightmare. He believed that his fear had followed him into the real world. He shouted as he sat up, "Get away from me!" His voice trembled as he asked, reaching with his hand for his cane, "Who are you? and why do you want me dead?"

Rory could feel the terror in his voice. After rising from his bed, she bowed her head. "Young Master, it's Rory Anne." Eren exhaled with relief at the sound of her voice. He was relieved that it didn't come to what he had imagined.

He asked, "Why are you in my room?" His back was against the headboard slat.

"Young master, it's time for you to get up. You can count on me to wash you up and get you ready for breakfast." Prior to catching her gaze, Rory had to speak again.

Eren sighed and made an effort to leave the bed. "What time is it?" As his feet firmly landed on the ground, he questioned.

"Young Master, it is morning." To properly assist him in getting up, Rory ran to the other side, but when he felt her hand on him, he pushed her aside.

He declared, "I can walk." While keeping a few feet between them, Rory nodded. Finding the restroom wasn't difficult for Eren. He was accustomed to it and knew exactly where to go in his room as well as where not to go. "Let the light in the room come on, and open the curtains. It pleases me to see the lights." He said as he fully entered the restroom.

Rory was surprised by what he said.

If he was blind, then how could he see the light and couldn't see her? Even though she was perplexed, she followed the instructions.

A gasp escaped her lips as she followed him into the bathroom. The size of his bathroom as well as what she saw left her speechless. It was gold in color. The jacuzzi and the faucets were made of clean gold. She knew it for sure.

A golden bathroom served as his bathing space. It was larger than the entirety of her home. "Don't just stand around. I can't be a minute late for breakfast." His words had made her enter and close the door behind.

How would she give a young man a bath? She has only ever bathed the elderly and young children.

"Pull off your shoes and socks and come closer." Again, he spoke. All she could see of him was his back when she looked at him. He anticipated that she would remove his robe from his body.

After taking off her shoes and socks, Rory Anne realized that the young master dislikes people who are slow.

As she drew nearer to him, she gently removed the robe from his body. She choked back her spit when she caught a glimpse of his bare back. His back was far too spotless.

Eren remained motionless as she hung his robe. Rory knew what needed to be done next. She poured the bucket of roses into the jacuzzi, filled it with lukewarm water, and added his pricey bubble soap, which had a lovely, calming scent, to the watery mixture.

Rory took her eyes off Eren and turned around as he settled into the jacuzzi after helping himself. He had taken off his briefs and thrown them to the floor. While he waited for Rory to clean him up, he was unable to feel her around him.

He grinned. He finally understood. She was scurrying away and refusing to look at him.

"I can't handle this on my own." He stretched his sponge out in front of him as he waited for her to approach and grab them.

Upon turning, Rory noticed his outstretched hand. The only person she had ever seen naked was Charlie, and it was only when they were having sex. She only saw him naked four times before realizing he had deceived her and was a stripper in the club, at which point she stopped seeing him.

Nobody wants a stripper boyfriend who is well-known and whose body is on display for the world to see. After he told her he had quit the job, they tried to work it out again, but it was all a lie. He never did. Her return to his bed was all he wanted. What was she thinking when she went back?

She moved slowly and swallowed a lot of spit before taking the sponge out of Eren's hand. As she slowly began to wash him, she felt her stomach tighten.

While she scrubbed, her face was not turned toward him. Eren found enjoyment in it. In that way, it terrified her.

The next thing she did was wash his hands while leaning close to him. He caught the scent of her hair. He could tell that she had purchased a low-quality shampoo. Although he doesn't dislike her, he doesn't particularly like her either. He could sense her sadness as she washed his body.

"Ouch!"

With the word, he jolted her from her thoughts. Again, she had lost focus between her thoughts.

Rory immediately got to her feet when she realized what she had done and how red his back was. She had scratched him with her nails, and the sponge she was holding was dripping water onto the ground. "I'm so sorry!" She spoke loudly while lowering her head. "Young Master, I am so sorry!" Again, she shouted.

In his wet body, Eren could feel the pain. Despite being bruised, he wasn't bleeding. "I'll put some cream on." While turning to walk away, she said.

"I didn't ask you to go," When she heard his calm voice—which she also perceived as frightening—she stopped dead in her tracks. Her breathing became rapid. She hoped she wasn't getting into trouble. She took a breath and whirled around once more to face him. "I haven't finished yet. I have to make it to breakfast on time."

"Yes, young master." She returned to him and finished cleaning his body up. Whether or not she sees him naked won't matter to him. She was only performing her duties in his eyes.

All the elderly people had to be dressed in their briefs when Rory bathed them; all she had to do was scrub their bodies with a sponge while the elderly woman in charge of the nursing home took care of the rest. But today, despite avoiding it for her entire career, she was almost there. Luckily, Eren had told her to turn around before taking the sponge from her and doing it himself. He wasn't able to see any images, but he could still feel every part of his body.

He had finished the other tasks, and she had handed him a clean towel to wrap around his waist while she was looking away.

Eren could feel her presence as he helped himself back into the room. "Two feet apart," he'd said. "Stay away from me with two feet. Only when you give me food, clothes, or a bath can you get close to me. Are we understood?"

She had answered, "Yes, young master." It was the only thing she had ever wanted. She concurred with him and was glad he had established those guidelines.

Rory assisted him in removing his clothes from his closet, helping him put them on, brushing his hair for him, and putting on his slippers. Eren's eyes were fixed on the light coming through the opened window, and he didn't look away from it until he heard Mr. Lewis' voice.

"Young Master, your cousins are here," Mr. Lewis announced as he entered the room. As she observed Mr. Lewis converse with Eren, Rory remained motionless, her hands clasped behind her back.

Eren got up from his seat while firmly grasping his cane. He inquired, "Why are they here? "

"Your uncle stated that he would like to talk and have breakfast." He cleared his throat. "Is there anything I don't know about?" His butler asked.

The discussion is unknown to Eren as well. "Definitely not. They showing up here surprises me. Is it each one of them?" He asked.

"No,sir, the only people there are your uncle, Liam, Peter, and Jack. Leo, Amelia, and Emily are absent."

"What's my uncle up to right now?" Eren spoke under his breath as he took a deep breath. "Let's leave." To his butler, he said.

As they approached the living room, Mr. Lewis assisted Eren. Rory walked behind them.

As they drew near, the maids lined up. Mr. Lewis assisted Eren in taking a seat.

With her head bowed, Rory had stood next to him.

"We appreciate you accepting our breakfast invitation." His uncle made a statement.

"I didn't accept your invitation." Eren gave a direct reply.

In response to Eren's comment, his uncle shifted his position slightly. If he remembered correctly, Mr. Khan was a man he had feared when he was younger, but now that he was blind, he no longer feared his uncle. He no longer feared anybody.