She had no idea who got splashed, but someone snapped, “Who do you think you are, throwing wine at me?”
Instead of getting flustered, Theresia kept her cool. She cleared her throat and answered with a steady voice, “I’m the blind woman you were just talking about.”
The whole room went quiet. Every single person stared at her, their eyes drifting down to her white cane.
The man who’d gotten drenched just gaped at her, all the curses he’d been about to spit out dying on his lips.
At that moment, Patti looked over and nudged Lawrence, who was leaning against her. “Lawrence, Theresia’s here. Wake up.”
Lawrence? Theresia?
Lawrence’s eyes flew open. He saw that familiar figure and instantly straightened up, his head clearing as if he’d never touched a drop. For a second, panic flashed across his face, but then he remembered Theresia couldn’t see. He let out a silent breath.
He still felt the warmth where Patti had been holding him, but he forced himself to focus on his wife. “Theresia, why are you here?”
He got up and reached for her hand, but she snatched it away.
He froze.
In three years of marriage, Theresia had never once lost her temper with him.
His face darkened, and everyone else in the room went stiff, afraid to even breathe.
Lawrence didn’t care. He pulled Theresia into his arms anyway, lowering his voice. “Theresia.”
There was a warning in the way he said her name.
Before, Theresia might have let it go and swallowed her feelings, but not tonight.
She bit her lip, her eyes cloudy with tears. “Lawrence, just tell me the truth. Do you not love me anymore? Are you in love with Patti?”
Lawrence went completely still. That was exactly what he’d been thinking, but hearing her say it out loud threw him off.
Did she know? Did she somehow find out?
If Theresia could see, she’d catch him looking the guiltiest he’d ever looked in his life.
“What’s wrong?”
She kept her voice low, almost like she was embarrassed. “I’m not used to this place. I think I twisted my ankle on the way in.”
Lawrence didn’t hesitate. He scooped her up into his arms. “Where did you twist it? I’ll have this whole place torn down tomorrow if I have to.”
Theresia hid her face in his chest, pretending to be shy and quiet.
Seeing her like that, Lawrence couldn’t help but relax. His mood lifted.
Once they left, the tension in the room finally faded.
One of the guys who’d apologized let out a sigh. “I thought Lawrence would’ve gotten tired of that blind woman by now. Didn’t expect them to be so close.”
“Yeah, the way he looked at her, that was real. Must be true love.”
“No kidding. And honestly, Theresia’s gorgeous. No wonder Lawrence keeps her all to himself.”

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