Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Hannah’s POV

I exchanged a bewildered glance with Jack as we both stood frozen in

confusion. The question was obvious but unspoken between us: why

would a blind man care about the color of a cane he couldn’t see?

Finn stood before us, jaw set in that stubborn line I was beginning to

recognize all too well. His fingers tightened around the black carbon

fiber cane Jack had brought, knuckles whitening with pressure.

“I don’t like this color,” he repeated, voice cold and flat. “Get me a

different one.”

Was this some kind of power play? A test? Or something deeper I

couldn’t yet understand?

I handed the cane back to Jack and naturally slipped my hand onto

Finn’s arm again. The muscle beneath my fingers tensed

momentarily, then relaxed–a tiny victory that made my heart skip.

Jack cleared his throat nervously. “Of course, sir. What color would

you prefer?”

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Finn’s expression darkened further. “What am I paying you for if I

have to make every decision? Use your brain for once.”

Poor Jack looked like he’d been slapped. His eyes darted to me in a

silent plea for help. I bit my lip, trying not to smile as a mischievous

idea formed in my mind.

I glanced down at my outfit—a simple pink sundress I’d found in the

enormous wardrobe they’d stocked for me. The color was soft and

feminine, something I imagined would look completely ridiculous in

Finn’s strong, masculine hands.

“I think my dress color is lovely,” I said innocently, looking at Jack.

“Don’t you agree?”

Jack’s eyes widened in alarm. He looked from me to Finn, clearly

recognizing the trap I’d set.

‘Just this color,” Finn said suddenly, gesturing vaguely in my

direction.

I nearly choked. “This… my dress color?”

“That’s what I said.” His tone brooked no argument.

A victorious grin spread across my face. I turned to Jack, who looked

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utterly bewildered.

“Please have a custom cane made in exactly this color,” I said,

smoothing my hand over the fabric of my pink dress. “Make sure the

color matches perfectly.”

Jack nodded, his expression a complicated mix of confusion and

amusement. “Right away, Miss Lancaster.‘

As Jack retreated, I couldn’t help imagining Finn Sterling–all six feet of dangerous, brooding masculinity–walking around with a pastel pink cane. The thought made me want to giggle, but I contained it,

savoring this small victory.

Not only had I played a little trick, but now he would carry something

of mine with him–a little piece of my presence even when I wasn’t

there.

“So, what shall we do today, Mr. Sterling?” I asked brightly. “The

gardens are beautiful, or we could explore more of the house if you

prefer staying indoors.”

Finn didn’t answer immediately. Finally, he gave a slight shrug,

“Inside. I need to familiarize myself with the layout.”

As we walked through the mansion’s vast corridors, I described

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everything we passed.

“We’re entering the main living room now,” I narrated. “Three steps

ahead, there’s a coffee table. To the right is a fireplace with a marble mantel. The ceiling is about twenty feet high with a crystal

chandelier.”

I felt Finn’s arm tense under my hand. “I don’t need a guided tour,” he

snapped. “I’ve lived here for five years.”

“But you haven’t navigated it without sight,” I pointed out gently.

“Visual mapping and tactile mapping use different parts of the brain.”

He didn’t respond, but his jaw clenched. I decided to change tactics.

As we passed through a particularly grand room, I spotted a beautiful

grand piano in the corner, its polished black surface gleaming in the