I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 483

I stared at Steven in shock, forgetting to even register the intimacy of his embrace.

“You made this?”

Steven gave a soft hum of affirmation. “Yes. I put some sweet potato and corn in the soup. There is stir-fried beef. I also made a fried egg. See if you like it.”

I glanced at the stove. The aroma was rich and appetizing.

I couldn't help but look back at the young man before me as if I were seeing him for the first time, completely frozen.

“When did you learn to cook?”

I could swear on my life that Steven didn't know how to cook. Not in my past life, not in this one.

He was the meticulously groomed heir to the Lancaster family, a product of the finest education. Cooking was a waste of time, something that would never have been part of his upbringing.

He never needed to.

So how did he suddenly acquire this skill? It was unbelievable.

“There are many things I can do. If you want to know, I’ll tell you next time.” Steven hid the glint in his eyes and softened his tone. “Let’s eat.”

I pulled myself out of my stupor. Unable to explain his newfound ability, I could only attribute it to him taking up cooking during his recovery from the car accident while juggling everything else.

Suddenly aware of our intimate position, I pushed him away forcefully.

Steven didn't get angry. His expression remained calm as he turned to serve me a bowl of soup.

Watching this new, attentive version of him felt completely unreal, and my lips tightened.

“Steven, you don’t have to try and win me over. I’m not going to change my mind, and you don’t need to change either.”

If he had treated me like this in my past life, I would have been too excited to sleep. Even after my miscarriage, when I had started to resent him, this behavior would have made me love him all over again. It was what I had longed for for so, so long.

Steven said coolly, “Making you breakfast is a perfectly normal thing to do.”

I didn’t bother arguing. “Give me my phone back.”

Steven’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“I don't care if you admit it or not,” I said coldly. “You won’t let me talk to Rachel or see Horace. You’ve confiscated my phone and restricted my freedom. Are you also going to keep my competition results from me?”

“The results have been delayed. Investors get the news faster than the contestants. I’ll tell you when they’re out.” He then added, “Since I hurt you last night and caused you so much pain, it’s only natural that I take care of you. You’re resting today. You’re not going anywhere.”

Shameless! Why was he bringing up last night? I had no interest in remembering it. My wrists were covered in bruises from where he had gripped them when I fought back.

Besides, with all his restrictions, wasn’t he just cutting off all my contact with the outside world?

My face was impassive at first, then I gave a sarcastic smile.

“Steven, you want to imprison me.”

“Imprison you?” Steven plated the pasta, adding the beef and fried egg to the bowl and placing it in front of me. He looked at me, annoyed. “Am I not just taking care of my wife?”

“Have you ever seen a hostage who can throw a fit whenever she wants and curse out her captor? The kidnapper wakes up early to make her breakfast, cooks two different options just in case she doesn’t like one, offers his own phone which she rejects, and then gets an earful for his trouble. Tell me, which prisoner gets treated this well?”