I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 550

I watched the sky darken, my eyes cold, my voice firm. "I will."

I knew what I was doing. If I failed before I could even get started, I would likely pay with my life.

But I felt like I had no choice. If I played the part of the docile wife, given his current infatuation, my life would surely be easy for a year or two. Steven might not be such a monster, and I could probably endure it for a few years. Then, when his feelings for me faded and he turned his attention to Verna or some other woman, just like in our past life, I could just take the money and leave.

If I had never loved him, if I hadn't wronged Horace, this life could have been perfect.

After all, who doesn't want an easy life?

But I couldn't forget the pain of my past life, nor could I let go of the guilt I felt toward Horace.

More importantly, if I were to decide not to be with Horace, I wanted it to be my own choice, not because Steven was threatening me and targeting Horace. If Steven was going to use his power to pressure me, then this was the ending he deserved.

Love is only meaningful when it's mutual.

I hung up, grabbed my clothes, took a shower, and then went downstairs.

Dinner was on the table: a few savory dishes and a soup.

Steven came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and carrying a bowl. Even in an apron, he couldn't hide his sophisticated air. His handsome face just sealed the deal.

I looked him up and down. In my past life, I had cooked for him for years. Now, the roles were reversed. Steven was diligently preparing the meal, and I was the one waiting to be served.

I felt a sense of entitlement, completely unmoved. So this is what it felt like to have a meal with someone you didn't love.

Steven looked at me and untied his apron. "Finished your shower?"

"Yes," I said, sitting down in my loose nightgown. I smiled. "It smells delicious. You're pretty fast in the kitchen, making a whole meal in such a short time."

Steven sat down beside me. "Nora did most of the prep work, so I just had to cook it. Try some."

I tried a bit of each dish. "It's delicious."

Steven smiled, and we ate in silence. I usually ate slowly, and Steven a bit faster, but this time I finished my food in record time and was about to get up and leave.

I crossed my arms and sat obediently. The moment he finished eating, I stood up to go upstairs, with no intention of helping him clean up. Just then, his phone rang.

I glanced back and saw the name "Welch" on the screen.

It was an unusual surname, and I couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Steven answered the call, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.

"What is it?"

My eyes shifted. I changed my mind about going upstairs and sat down on the living room sofa instead.

But Steven cleared the dishes and went into the kitchen, so I couldn't hear a word.

Meanwhile, the woman on the other end of the line was furious. "Steven, what is this, are you playing with me? I just found out Leonard was released on bail! You said you'd give me a heads-up if he was getting out! He's already found my house! Are you trying to get me killed?"

Steven's eyes narrowed, a faint smile on his lips. "I'll have someone protect you. Don't worry."