I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 388

Steven was an arrogant, proud man. He cared deeply about his image. I sometimes felt that even if the sky were falling, his stubborn pride would hold it up.

His steps faltered. For a few seconds, our eyes met, and I finally saw the anger igniting in his gaze.

"Get out. And don't ever show your face in front of me again. From now on, if you see me, you walk the other way."

He was clearly embarrassed and furious. "You open the door, and I'm gone."

Steven's face was a dark storm. He yanked at the button of his shirt, as if he couldn't breathe, and the movement revealed the still-visible bite mark just below his neck.

I was the one who'd bitten him last time. I'd been so angry, I hadn't held back. I didn't realize I'd bitten him so deeply that the mark was still there.

He stared at me coldly. "And stay away from Myron's company. I don't want to see you."

Fine by me. I wasn't planning on staying anyway.

My expression was just as cold. "Fine. Open the door."

Steven's eyes were dark as he clenched his jaw and opened the door for me.

I kept a wary eye on him, not even daring to put down the vase. I hurried toward the door, not watching where I was going, and my foot caught on something. I stumbled and fell to the floor with a sudden lurch.

With a crash, the vase shattered around me.

I'm not kidding, hitting that tile floor hurt my leg. It was early winter, and the sharp, dull ache in my knee was intense. I couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Steven's expression changed in an instant. "Zephyra."

He rushed over from the door, scooping me up from the porcelain shards and placing me on the sofa.

"Where does it hurt? Did you get cut?"

He checked me over, but found no cuts.

He was so close, his hands all over me, and a jolt went through me. I shoved him away and tried to get off the sofa, but my knee hadn't recovered. A sharp pain shot through it, forcing me back down.

His mouth was aggressive, demanding, claiming every inch as his own.

My heart hammered against my ribs. I stared wide-eyed, trying to push him away, but just then, a sweet voice came from the doorway. "Mr. Lancaster, your two set meals are ready. The soup is a bit hot, would you like me to... oh, I'm so sorry, I'll come back later!"

The waitress glanced at the sofa, her face flushing bright red. She pushed the cart away and fled. A wave of humiliation washed over me, but Steven acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, his eyes closed as he deepened the kiss.

Bastard! Am I his personal property, to be kissed whenever he feels like it?!

Flames erupted in my eyes, and I pushed him away with all my might.

This time, he let go easily. I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist in a tight grip.

His handsome face was expressionless. "That's payback for the slap you gave me. If you hit me again, I'll kiss you again. Think carefully before you do it."

I gritted my teeth in fury. "How can you be so shameless? We're divorced, and you're still doing things like this! What gives you the right? You have no right to do this! And I'm with Horace..."

Steven cut me off without a second thought. "What do you mean, I have no right? I have every right, more right than anyone, to have you—"