I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 297

Steven’s handsome face was thunderous. “Be quiet.”

“Yes, Mr. Lancaster,” Gordon said, chastened. Then he asked hesitantly, “Mr. Lancaster, are you and… she… really divorced?”

A dark glint appeared in Steven’s eyes, and a wave of irritation crossed his face.

“She needed to have her tantrum. She wouldn’t have been satisfied otherwise.”

Gordon sighed. “Mr. Lancaster, with all due respect, this doesn’t seem like a wise move. Have you seen how many young, handsome men are flocking around her?”

“Horace is younger than you, he’s known her longer than you, and they have a better relationship. They’re childhood friends, and he’s her savior. He can change her mood with a single phone call. He’s already tough competition…”

He trailed off as he caught Steven’s dangerously sharp glare in the rearview mirror.

“…but even though Horace is a strong contender, she seems to have her eye on other rich, powerful pretty boys. So it’s fine, it’s fine, nobody has a chance.”

A cold laugh escaped Steven’s lips. “Gordon, have you decided you never want a year-end bonus again?”

Gordon squirmed. “Mr. Lancaster, I was just talking nonsense! You were married to her. You’re the ex-husband. You have the strongest emotional connection with her. You’re different. Even if she has a line of suitors—childhood sweethearts, office crushes, flashy trust-fund kids—none of them matter.”

“You’re a titan of industry, handsome, powerful, from an elite family. The number of women who want you could circle the globe. If you wanted to win her back, you have a better chance than anyone. Getting remarried is a real possibility.”

Steven ignored him, closing his eyes against the throbbing pain in his head. “Shut up and drive.”

Gordon fell completely silent. “Yes, Mr. Lancaster.”

Meanwhile, Ryan and I were still on the road. The smile hadn’t left his face. He opened a drawer full of snacks.

“Want some?”

The car was going so fast I was afraid I’d get sick. I quickly shook my head, my eyes glued to the road ahead.

I was stunned. He knew so much about me.

I asked hesitantly, “Are you… Uncle Julian’s son?”

If he was my age, that would mean… but Uncle Julian didn’t seem like the type to be irresponsible. Still, he was the only uncle I was close to.

Janice was my aunt, but she only had one daughter, who was also my half-sister. This cousin didn’t seem to fit anywhere.

Ryan burst out laughing, nearly choking on his lollipop. “Are you kidding? He’s only fifteen years older than us. If I were his son, Grandpa would have killed him. I’m your… well, you should call him your second uncle. I’m his youngest son.”

I was completely lost. “Second uncle? You’re from my grandfather’s side?”

When I was little, my mom was reluctant to take me to my grandfather’s house, so I never got to know everyone. As I grew up, we visited even less, maybe once every three years. My mom would take me, we’d drop off a gift, say a few words, and then rush home so she could cook for my dad.