I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 328

Was this a dream, or was it real?

Was the fever making me hallucinate? Why would Steven be in my hotel room?

Steven stared down at me, his thin lips parting. “This is my hotel. I heard you were half-dead, so I came to check. Can’t have you dying on my property; it’s bad for business.”

I let out a weak, bitter laugh. Dream or not, that sounded exactly like Steven—a complete jackass.

I closed my eyes, my throat tight. My voice was even more hoarse than before. “The flu is contagious, not fatal. It won’t affect your bottom line. You can go now.”

I’d overheard the call. It was likely influenza. Steven had caught the same thing in our past life, and I had taken care of him. I knew how miserable it could be—days of high fever, no appetite, and complete exhaustion. All you could do was sleep.

But Steven didn’t leave. He wasn’t even wearing a mask. He called room service and ordered hot porridge, Oseltamivir, and a cooling patch.

While he waited, he placed a cold, damp cloth on my forehead to bring the fever down. He just sat there by my bed, in complete silence.

My throat was painfully dry, and I let out a hacking cough. A cup of warm water immediately appeared at my lips.

“Drink.”

I couldn’t help but open my eyes to look at him. He was sitting right there, his dark eyes fixed on me.

My cheeks were flushed and hot from the fever. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice filled with irritation. “I told you to leave.”

“We’re divorced. It doesn’t matter if this is your hotel or not. I’m the one who booked this room, so you have no right to be in here…” I broke off, coughing again.

In the quiet room, as rain lashed against the window, the man’s voice was unyielding. “Don’t talk if your throat hurts. Just drink.”

I stared into his deep, dark eyes, watching him care for me with such unnerving focus. A powerful sense of revulsion washed over my feverish mind.

I scoffed. “What is this? Are you taking care of me?”

In our past life, when I was seriously ill with a cold, he had abandoned me for Verna. A torrential downpour hadn’t stopped him then. Now, with another storm raging outside, he was suddenly playing the role of the caring ex-husband.

How laughable.

The past me would have yearned for this. The current me found it repulsive. I wanted nothing to do with it.

Why was he so relentlessly entangled with me in this life? Did I actually have to get him arrested before he would finally leave me alone?

When he finally pulled back, his lips still brushing against mine, he said in a low, cold voice, “So you can’t stand the sight of me, but you find your precious Horace so appealing? You even booked a hotel right next to his hospital. How touching.”

“But what’s the use?” he continued. “He’s a cripple lying in a hospital bed, needing others to take care of him. He can’t even get out of bed to see you, let alone look after you when you’re sick.”

He had always been jealous of Horace, always needing to put him down.

I turned my head away. The fever was already making me burn, and his kiss had only intensified the heat. I couldn’t push him off, and I refused to engage in this twisted intimacy. His lips moved to my neck.

I felt his body tense, his breathing suddenly becoming ragged and heavy.

Even in my feverish haze, his actions ignited a fresh wave of fury.

“Getting turned on by a woman with a high fever? Steven, you’re worse than an animal,” I snarled. “Get the hell off me!”

Steven inhaled the faint scent of my perfume, his eyes darkening.