I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 579

Hearing this, I was so enraged I was about to scream at him, almost losing my mind and blurting out everything he did to me in our past life. In that life, he drove me to cheat with Verna, and now, in this one, I was somehow the unfaithful one? What a joke!

But the words never left my mouth. His lips crashed down on mine, and I was forced to endure his fierce, plundering kiss.

I tried to resist, but it was clearly futile. My mouth was dry, and an unspeakable urge that I had been suppressing so well shattered the moment he kissed me. My reason began to crumble.

In the end, he dragged me into the depths of his desire.

A storm raged outside, the relentless downpour unsettling the soul.

But Steven was truly insane.

I couldn't tell if I was the one who'd been drugged or if he was. For three whole days, I didn’t leave the room. He recorded everything he could in view of the camera.

He didn't use any protection and didn't let me take any pills, determined to get me pregnant.

Seething with fury, I would curse him, and sometimes I would regret provoking him with Antonia first. I should have dealt him a fatal blow and then humiliated him with her!

But what I couldn't understand was how he had resisted. After taking that drug, I would have pounced on him even if he were my sworn enemy. Yet when a young beauty like Antonia threw herself at him, he pushed her away!

It was hard to imagine the extent of his self-control.

If only Steven had followed my script, I wouldn't have suffered such a huge loss. I might even be safely hiding abroad by now.

But there were no what-ifs.

And aside from his extreme anger on the first night, Steven’s mood was surprisingly stable over the next few days.

Unable to fight back, I could only resort to verbal defiance.

When I said I would die before having his child, he would just kiss me, his voice so hoarse his emotions were unreadable. “Then what should we do? I only want you to have my baby.”

The villa’s female doctor came to see me. After checking and treating my injuries, she went out of the room to report to Steven.

He was dressed in simple, casual loungewear. His impeccably handsome face was cold, but the faint, intimate scratches on his neck, collarbone, and even his cheek were suggestive. He was smoking a cigar, his brow furrowed with frustration and worry.

He lifted his eyes, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “How is she?”

The doctor blushed slightly. “Mr. Lancaster, your wife is suffering from exhaustion due to extreme mental stress and overexertion, which led to her collapse. She also has numerous injuries. A woman’s body is delicate and fragile. You need to be more restrained and moderate during intercourse. If you do that, the situation won't be so severe.”

That was, of course, the professional way of putting it. The reality was that he’d been too rough for too long. There wasn't an unbruised spot on my body. How could I not get sick?

Steven’s brow tightened, a flicker of regret and pain in his eyes.

When I woke up, it was the afternoon of the fourth day. I had slept for a full day and a night.