The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 289

Elena could hear Max startle from her phone, but the letters on her screen—the called ID helpfully reading "Max"—were already starting to blur together.

"Wow, these eyedrops work fast," Elena remarked. She held her free hand in front of her face and was surprised when it looked like one big skin-colored blob. Her hand, something she saw every day, was suddenly unrecognizable.

"Stay still," Max warned from the phone. "I'm almost there."

"I can't wait to see you," Elena joked.

"Is that why you went with the eyedrops?" Max asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah," Elena admitted easily. "If you're ready for me to see even this much of you... I want to."

In front of her, she could see a figure moving closer. Though the figure was soon standing right in front of her, they were still as blurry as if they were standing from a hundred feet away. Elena couldn't even make out a face—just a circle-like shape filled with all sorts of colors.

"Look as much as you want." Max's nervous voice rang out in front of her.

Massimo's heart was hammering away, a billion beats per second, as he stood in front of Elena.

He felt naked. He wasn't wearing any disguise or even different clothes from normal—a fact he now regretted. For any onlookers, it would seem like Massimo was talking to Elena, like he did any other day.

But he wasn't. He was standing before Elena as her husband, a simple mechanic. And if the eyedrops stopped working, Elena would instantly recognize him, and everything would be ruined.

He hated that he came up with this idea. He hated how easy it was to find the blinding eyedrops. Sure, Massimo had thought that this was a brilliant idea—a way for Elena's favorite person to offer her comfort when she clearly wouldn't accept any comfort from Massimo himself—but now?

Now Massimo felt like a fool. A panicking, idiotic fool.

Elena's eyes looked clouded. She stumbled as she took a step, clearly misjudging the distance—and then misjudging again as she reached a hand too far left. She moved so slowly and took so long to lay a hand on his face.

She moved her hand upward, touching his forehead and then his hair. "You're pretty tall," she remarked.

Massimo thought about it for a moment. He couldn't take her anywhere fancy—he would be recognized, and it would be terrible if there were even rumors that the Mafia King was blinding his wife. More importantly, someone could recognize Elena and blow his cover.

"I don't know of any dance halls that aren't ridiculously expensive," Massimo said slowly.

Elena suddenly clapped her hands together, her palms just barely colliding instead of missing. "Oh, I know, my roommate used to love this club, Nightphoria. I went a few times—it's pretty dirt cheap but well maintained," she explained.

"Perfect," Massimo said. "Let's go."

Max drove Elena to the club, first stopping at his apartment to pick up spare clothes appropriate for clubbing. Honestly, Elena was still getting used to not being able to see—he could've driven them around in circles and stopped back at the estate without her knowing!

She was excited to hang out with Max though. Even though she couldn't really see him, it was nice to still look at him.

Elena was also glad she had worn a comfortable little black dress. Aria had helped her pick it out the first time they visited Nightphoria—it felt like a full circle moment.