I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 462

The moment our eyes met, my heart tightened for no reason.

It was a purely visceral reaction. But why should I be afraid of him? We were already divorced.

Horace saw Steven too. His hand found mine, and he interlaced them with my own.

Steven’s eyes instantly darkened as if filled with ink. His gaze swept over our clasped hands before he brushed past us without a word, his face a mask of indifference.

He didn’t break his stride, his cold demeanor a stark contrast to the aggressive Steven from last night.

Only Gordon’s face was tense, his brow deeply furrowed.

I slowly let out a breath of relief. So, had Steven finally learned to compromise?

I looked at Horace, who gently stroked my head with a warm smile. “Let’s go eat.”

I held the flowers as we got into the car.

Horace had made reservations at a restaurant, but the rain made the roads slick, and traffic was heavy.

I lowered my head to smell the flowers, then looked at him. “You were standing for a long time, weren’t you? Did you bring your wheelchair? I can push you in later.”

Horace’s leg hadn’t fully healed. He could barely stand as it was, and he had been waiting for me for a long time. The damp, rainy weather could also aggravate his recovery. I was worried about him.

Horace couldn’t help but tap my head. “Me in a wheelchair holding flowers while you push me. Would we look like a proper couple?”

I tilted my head. “Wouldn't we? It would look so sweet. You see old couples on walks like that all the time, right? It's very romantic.”

My brow furrowed. Hadn't I just had steak for lunch? Did Horace forget what he’d sent me?

Horace noticed my expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said, rubbing my nose and offering him a small smile. “It’s lovely. I like it. My competition tomorrow is a special one, the final placement round. The results won't be out until late, probably the day after tomorrow, or even later.”

“You’re busy with work, so you don’t have to wait for me. Once I get my score, I have to report back to Mr. Taylor.”

Horace said, “After your competition tomorrow, we can have a proper date. Tonight, you need to prepare, so after we eat, we’ll head back to the hotel to rest. How does that sound?”

I was very pleased with that. Horace cut my steak for me and sprinkled it with my favorite black pepper. He said softly, “I haven't seen you in so long, and I wanted to do everything right, to make you feel like you were on a proper date with your boyfriend. That's why I booked this place. If you don't like it, we can leave right now. We can go to the restaurant next door, or just get takeout at the hotel.”

Horace was incredibly observant; he had picked up on the subtle shift in my expression immediately.