I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 439

I glared at him and immediately shot back, "Ex-wife!"

"Former wife, then," Steven conceded, not wanting to argue. "Sit down. Let me treat your cut."

He was so calm and confident, so sure of himself, that I started to wonder if something had gone wrong with the divorce proceedings.

But that was impossible. We had the certificates. The court couldn't have issued fake ones, could they?

When I didn't respond, Steven reached for me. I slapped his hand away.

"I can take care of it in my own room. Let me go."

His patience seemed to wear thin. He grabbed my hand and pushed me down onto the sofa.

I was about to struggle when he said calmly, "The door has a code. You can't get out. If you don't want me to get rough, you'd best not provoke me. I promise I won't touch you."

"But if you continue to defy me, I'll take it as an invitation."

I glared at him, grinding my teeth. "You're unbelievable."

He could make such shameless demands. The "unattainable prince" was officially missing in action, wasn't he?

Steven looked down and began cleaning my wound with an antiseptic wipe. I couldn't see the cut, but it stung as he disinfected it. His expression, however, grew darker and colder, which made me nervous.

"What, am I disfigured?"

He studied my face for a moment. "The cut isn't deep. It won't leave a scar."

"Then why do you look so grim?"

The lines of his handsome, strong-jawed face were rigid with cold anger.

"I don't like it when you get hurt."

My eyes flickered. I looked at Steven, unable to comprehend. His face was still as handsome as ever, his expression usually a mask of cool indifference, just as it had always been. And yet, something about him had changed dramatically today. He was different.

My nerves suddenly screamed. He wasn't seriously planning on making me stay the night, was he?

My face was a mask of indifference, but my eyes were wary. "No!"

I'd been traveling all day and hated the stale car smell on me, but I'd already showered that afternoon.

A smirk played on Steven's lips as he reached out and pinched my cheek. "Zephyra, you'll start to stink."

I gritted my teeth and slapped his hand away. "It's your fault for locking me in here. Maybe I'll stink up your whole room."

He didn't say anything more, just grabbed some clothes and went to take a shower. I was about to make a call when he came back and took my phone.

I shot to my feet, laughing in disbelief. "You're even confiscating my phone? Are you that afraid I'll run away?"

His sharp gaze seemed to see right through me. "And you wouldn't?"

Of course, I would run. I never had any intention of spending the night in the same room as him! A mocking smile touched Steven's lips, an 'I-knew-it' expression on his face, before he turned and went into the bathroom.