I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 291

“Let’s go. Right now.” I pushed myself up from the sofa, but a sharp ache shot through my waist and legs. Just then, I heard Steven’s icy chuckle.

“What’s the rush? You just smashed a vase over my head. How am I supposed to go out like this?”

I paused, frowning at the blood matting his hair.

“How about I clean it up for you? We can get the divorce first, and you can go to the hospital afterward.”

If I had known he was willing to divorce me, I wouldn’t have hit him. It looked worse than it was; I knew how to pull my punches. He wasn’t going to die.

Steven looked down at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m going upstairs to change. We’ll leave as soon as I’ve patched myself up.”

I had no objections.

As he walked up the stairs, the vast living room fell silent, the atmosphere shifting from tense confrontation to an almost sterile quiet.

I glanced at the discarded pill packet in the trash can, a flicker of confusion in my eyes. It was bizarre.

If Steven never intended to keep me, why did he throw away all my birth control pills? What was wrong with him?

I checked the time on my phone. It was ten o’clock. Even after dressing his wound and buying more pills from a pharmacy, there was still time.

I wanted to know how Horace was doing, so I sent a message to Rachel, but there was no reply.

I wondered how he was. Had he woken up yet?

A short while later, Steven came back downstairs. He had changed into a black turtleneck sweater that accentuated his tall, elegant frame.

He sat down next to me, and his unique sandalwood scent drifted over.

He had washed his face, and the wound had stopped bleeding, but the gash on his forehead was still clearly visible. It must have hurt, but he hadn’t made a sound.

Serves you right, I thought, silently picking up a cotton swab and iodine to disinfect the cut.

Steven watched me intently, not saying a word.

“Wait at the gate. We’ll be right out.”

He hung up and looked at me. I quickly stood, the sudden movement sending a jolt of pain through my body. I gritted my teeth and walked toward him.

“Who was that? It’s not going to affect our divorce, is it?”

It had better not be Verna. Whatever explaining or groveling he needed to do for her would have to wait until after we were officially divorced.

Seeing my awkward gait, Steven’s face hardened. He strode over in a few steps and shoved a folder into my arms. Before I could react, he had swept me up into his arms and was walking toward the door.

My mind went blank, and my body stiffened. I pushed against his shoulder.

“You don’t have to. I can walk. Put me down.”

We were about to be divorced. Him carrying me like this felt like we were crossing a boundary that no longer existed.