I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 333

The show's producers had postponed the finale, and the trending topic about waiting for the injured contestant to return remained high on social media, being discussed for days.

Horace knew I had a bad cold and couldn't visit him, and that my throat was too sore to talk, so we communicated through text messages.

His joy was palpable in every word.

He wrote, [Remember to come watch my final performance. I’ve arranged seats for you and Rachel.]

He wrote, [Zephyra, remember our promise. I’m waiting for you.]

He was referring to the promise he'd made about the night he won the championship, asking me to be there. I immediately recalled what he’d said before he left for the competition.

—“If I win the championship, I hope you’ll promise me one thing.”

Back then, I was just blindly happy for him, cheering him on.

But after Rachel’s reminder, reading his words now, I was struck by how his feelings for me had been there all along.

Perhaps on the championship night, he planned to confess his love, or something else of that nature.

My heart grew heavy, and my brows furrowed, unsure how to respond.

My original plan was to go to the hospital and make things clear with him after I had convinced the producers to postpone the show.

But now, with his fighting spirit reignited and his body not fully healed, would rejecting him be too much of a blow? Would it affect his performance?

But if I didn't say anything, now that I was divorced, what if he got bolder and confessed to me publicly at the awards ceremony? How would I handle that?

“Grandpa is really strict. He doesn't allow anyone to get all love-struck, and he definitely forbids the men of the Lopez family from being players. If I didn't behave, my legs would've been broken long ago!”

So my grandfather was that fierce. It seemed my mother had really hurt him.

I raised an eyebrow at Ryan’s indignant face, unable to hold back a smile.

So this kid wasn't actually a playboy. Steven’s intelligence was wrong for once.

Or was he saying that on purpose?

Ryan rolled up his sleeves, looking fierce. “Who’s been slandering me in front of you? I’ll beat him to a pulp!”

I glanced up and said without hesitation, “Steven said it. Please, by all means, beat him senseless—”