I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 552

Seeing the menacing look in Steven’s eyes, I couldn’t help but clutch the apple tighter and take a few steps back.

“How would I know? It's not like men can tell the difference.”

Steven’s lips curved into a slight smile that seemed pleasant, but he continued to advance on me with every step.

“There’s no need to lie about this. I have my standards. Besides, I told you.”

I suppose he did mention something like that. He was so terrible back then, just as bad as in my past life, that I suspected he’d never even seen a movie or done any kind of research.

Wait, this conversation was getting dangerous. A man and a woman, alone late at night, discussing such intimate topics could only lead in one direction. I tried to steer away from it, quickly changing the subject.

“If it’s not your child, then whose is it?”

“A relative’s,” he answered honestly. “If you like kids, I can bring him here for you to play with for a couple of days. If not, I’ll hire someone to look after him elsewhere.”

Oh, a relative’s child?

That was a possibility I hadn’t considered.

My legs suddenly hit the sofa, and I lost my balance, collapsing onto the cushions. A strange panic seized me. Just as I tried to stand, he leaned over me, planting a hand on the sofa and trapping me between his body and the furniture.

“Are you satisfied with that explanation? Any other misunderstandings?”

He was so close that his scent, a faint trace of sandalwood, enveloped me like a mist. I frowned, trying to endure it.

“No misunderstandings. Go ahead and take care of him. I’m going to wash this apple. Move.”

“I’ll wash it for you.” Steven took the apple from my hand, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he murmured, “You don’t have to second-guess anything in the future. I won’t touch anyone but you. Any children we have will be ours, together.”

He made it sound so lovely, without even asking if I wanted that.

His hot breath ghosted across my neck as he whispered, coaxing me, “Zephyra, it’s cruel to starve a man. Let me have my fill, and then you can say no. How does that sound?”

He was being deferential, pretending to negotiate, but his actions never ceased. I knew Steven had a strong appetite, and now that he had me back and things were less tense between us, there was no reason for him to hold back.

I was just playing along. To get the documents from him, I had to keep him happy, and satisfying him was the most effective way. My mind was clear on what I needed to do, and I was prepared for it, but my heart wasn’t in it.

Suddenly, Steven pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a small cry, fighting the urge to shove him off. I started talking quickly, desperate to distract myself.

“Steven, not only do you have to wash the apple later, but you have to cut it up too. I want it diced!”

He looked down at me. “Alright.”

His lips moved to my collarbone, and I gripped his shirt tighter. “And… other rich wives get whatever they want, whenever they want it. I have nothing! I want that too!”