The Blind Little Husband Chapter 3

I smiled at Wyatt—the man who'd collected my body after my death.

My only interaction with Wyatt had been not long ago, when someone was making things difficult for him after he was injured. I'd casually said a few words to help him out and had someone send him medicine.

It was just a small thing, an impulse of kindness, but Wyatt had remembered it for a long time.

In my previous life, after Vincent had stabbed me to death, he'd thrown my body in the wilderness to destroy the evidence.

It was Wyatt who'd searched for days and nights. He was the one who'd pieced my body back together and brought it home.

As everyone murmured that I was destined to fail, Wyatt stepped out of the cage and stood behind me.

Charlotte was shocked, a trace of jealous hatred in her eyes.

"Sophia Foster, what did you do? Why is this beast slave willing to go with you?"

I glanced at Vincent being led out and reminded her, "You should be more concerned about your own beast slave. You don't need to worry about Wyatt."

I was about to leave with Wyatt when something unexpected happened.

As Vincent passed by me, he suddenly broke free from his restraints and lunged at me.

I instinctively stepped back. Wyatt's tall frame blocked me, his face cold as he warned Vincent.

"Back off, or I won't be polite!"

Vincent fell to the ground like a dog begging for scraps, crawling toward me with red eyes pleading.

"Please, please, will you be my master?"

I was quite surprised. Vincent was actually begging me to be his master.

I gently pushed Wyatt aside and examined Vincent at my leisure.

"Why choose me as your master? Someone's already bought you. That wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"

Vincent's face showed confusion and incomprehension.

"It's not supposed to be like this. It shouldn't be her. Please, you be my master..."

Please?

That's not what Vincent had said in my previous life.

I smiled slightly and kicked Vincent away, facing Charlotte's murderous glare as I spoke slowly.

"Sorry, I've already chosen my beast slave. My dear cousin, this time it's not me fighting you for something—it's your dog that won't obey."

Charlotte slapped Vincent hard across the face, her arrogant dominance on full display.

"You lowly beast slave, what do you think you are, daring to refuse me! Someone, beat him! I've never had anyone refuse what I want!"

Charlotte throwing a tantrum and having Vincent beaten was something I hadn't expected. After all, in my past life, they'd supposedly been true love.

As Vincent was being dragged away, a flash of hatred crossed his eyes as he looked at Charlotte.

Of course, their behavior might be because in my past life, I'd taken Vincent away, and Charlotte—used to fighting me for things—had deliberately approached Vincent.

But now Vincent was acting crazy, begging me to take him right in front of Charlotte.

For Charlotte, who'd always been competitive and liked comparing herself to me, Vincent had just slapped her in the face.

With that thought, I looked back at Wyatt. I hope you won't disappoint me.