I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 353

Standing outside was a woman in a pink dress with a white, Chanel-style jacket. She had long, wavy brown hair, and her lips were coated in a glossy pink, making her look both stunning and delicate.

I was utterly horrified.

Queena.

The unhinged woman I could never forget, even in death!

Dressed in the girliest pink, with matching nails, but capable of the most vicious acts!

In my past life, she didn't show up at Steven's company until the third year of our marriage. I never expected to run into her at a hospital in this life.

Queena stared at me in surprise, then her brow furrowed. “Hans has another woman? Who are you to him?”

My gaze turned icy, a fierce storm of anger and hatred swirling in the depths of my eyes. If it weren’t for her, Horace wouldn’t have died for me in our past life, and I wouldn’t have lived in such agony, unable to find peace even after being reborn.

“You have the wrong room. There’s no Hans here.”

With that, I gripped the handle to shut the door, but Queena caught it, her face dark and her eyes filled with stubborn jealousy.

“Stop pretending. I tracked him all the way here from Sonha. I already know he broke a bone in a car accident and is staying in this room.”

“Let me tell you, even if we broke up, and even if you’re his current girlfriend, there’s a pecking order. I have to see him today. Get out of my way! Don’t make me get physical!”

So, Queena had a boyfriend before she fell for Steven.

Her extremist tendencies were already showing. Chasing a man all the way from Sonha? She was beyond ridiculous.

But who was I to be scared? I had already died once. Thanks to this psycho, I had become a little crazy myself.

My eyes glinted with a chilling light as I smiled instead of getting angry.

“Then do it. Whether or not I can buy a villa downtown depends on how much trouble you can make.”

“Are you insane?” she snapped, speechless. Seeing how calm I was, her gaze grew more envious and resentful, but she seemed determined not to lose, maintaining her air of aloof superiority. “I’ll say it one last time. I’m looking for Hans, not you. Move.”

Neither of us was being particularly loud, so Horace couldn’t hear or see what was happening. He called out, “Zephyra, who is it?”

Horace looked at Queena, his eyes exceptionally sharp, carrying a chilling coldness I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Zephyra, call security.”

“Right.” I immediately pressed the emergency call button and the security alarm. A piercing sound filled the air. Queena’s face turned cold as she glared at Horace. “Are you provoking me? Do you really think I won’t smash this place?”

Unable to move easily, Horace grabbed the glass of water and the thermos from his bedside table and threw them straight at Queena’s head. He had excellent aim from playing basketball, and Queena shrieked as she dodged.

“Are you crazy?! Do you know who I am? How dare you throw things at me!”

Horace sneered. “Weren’t you the one doing the smashing?”

Queena didn’t get it, but I did instantly. I grabbed two decorative vases and smashed them on the floor. Just as the sound of footsteps neared the room, I ran to Horace’s side and yelled at Queena.

“Stop smashing things! The person you’re looking for isn’t here, we don’t know him!”

“If you keep this up, I’m calling the police!”