The Substitute Wife of a Paralyzed CEO

delicate aroma of green tea mingled with the afternoon air. In front of her, Grace Ashford, an elegan

a?" Grace started the conversation. Her eye

, her life had changed. She used to sleep in a room that was so cramped that even just putting her clothes and bag on it was difficult to sleep freely. She was given

ised? That's a small price to pay for such good luck. No

new the truth. She just nodded slowly, choosing silence o

, "this arranged marriage was my father's - Logan's grandfather's - greatest wish. He wante

in fact. Reasons that, although they made sense, still felt like a weight pressing on her ch

ake good care of him." The woman's gaze changed, from warm to cold

do my best," she replied simp

her teacup with a graceful ge

on. It seemed to provide an answer to the meeting Grace h

hing Grace wanted t

ndition is still unstable," she replied. "She's still under intensive monito

y. I've already spoken to the doctor who treated your daught

oncealed suspicion. "As long as what?" she asked, her voice

There are many things I manage including some of Logan's personal sets." She propped up her fa

at Mrs. Grace. I

you do what I want - take good care of Logan, my precious nephew, you and your daught

e she could provide a successor to Logan, despite her condition? The thought seemed both wild and frightening. She shook her

e said suddenly, pulling out a small bottle of pills from he

al was still intact, but there was no description or inst

uring his therapy. He's used to taking it, but lately, he's been neglecting i

a doubtful look. "Why don't you g

n to deal with, Victoria. That's why we pushed this wedding a bit. We were hoping your pr

surface of the bottle. Grace's words seemed too simpl

t pressure-laden voice. "On behalf of the Ashford family, I'm ju

on the other hand, Grace's offer was too hard to refuse. For Abigail's sake, she would do

ction. "Good. You made a

*

d. She counted the contents-30 pills, just as Grace had said. Logan only

s. Ever since she came to the mansion, she hadn't seen Logan. The servants said Logan was busy working in his offic

o herself, though a feeling of unease still hung ove

o prepare a glass of water, making sure everything was ready when she

ll. But for someone with paralyzed legs, it was a big challenge. His wheelchair was sl

on to the shelf carefully so as not to lose his balance. His

table. He fell to the floor with a loud crash that echoed through the kitchen, causing Vi

to the man. Logan looked pained, a look

," he said coldly, a w

ere are the servants when they're needed?" she muttered irritably as she tried to lift Logan back into his wheelchair. "Come on

full of indifference.

ntil she finally managed to sit Logan back in the wheelchair. Her ey

ter taking a closer look. He touched the area tha

sharper tone, trying to

eed a massage in this area," she sai

touch me!" L

ust trying to help," she said

as consent. Carefully, she began to apply gentle pressure on the visib

" she said, making sure her to

tes, Victoria stopped the massage. "Well, that's done," she said, smiling slightly. "If you'll

ortly, still with a cold tone. "And

Her experience with people over the ye

ly, "Do you realize y

er, his expression turning un

ng your toe j

at felt like an eternity, Logan's big toe gave a small, almost imperceptible res

azed over, filled with mixed emot

r. "Take these, Mr. Logan. I hear they help speed up your recovery. I'll also be giving you