I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 581

I was lying on the sofa watching TV, but after flipping through channels for ages without finding anything I liked, I gave up and settled on a variety show.

It was so boring it made me drowsy.

Suddenly, I felt someone lifting me, carrying me to the bed. I groggily opened my eyes and was met with a handsome face and a pair of deep, dark eyes. My body instantly stiffened.

Steven was close, our breaths mingling, his warm exhale ghosting across my face as if he were about to steal a kiss.

He saw I was awake and noticed the wariness in my eyes. He paused for only a moment before his lips pressed down, kissing me firmly.

I kept my face cold and didn't move.

To be honest, fighting back in my weakened state would just be asking for more trouble.

This was the fourth day. Tomorrow, Noah would come for me.

Survive tonight, and victory was mine.

He asked softly, “Are you feeling any better?”

I scoffed, “I’d feel a lot better if I didn’t have to see you.”

Steven nodded, then took an eye mask and placed it over my eyes. “There. Now you can’t see me.”

“...”

The bed dipped beside me as he lay down, pulling me into a possessive and forceful embrace. His arms tightened around my waist, pressing our bodies together. I tried to pull away in frustration, but he held me firmly in his arms.

“I lost my head these past few days, putting you in this state... You're weak right now, you need to rest for a few days. I won’t touch you, I just want to hold you.”

Forced to stay in his arms, I listened as Steven’s voice softened, as if he were coaxing me.

“Don’t fight with me anymore. You won’t get anything out of it, and you’ll only end up hurting yourself. This isn't the dark ages. How about you embrace the concept of monogamy and stop provoking me so easily, hmm?”

I hadn't wanted to respond, but his words made me retort sarcastically, “Why don’t you take back the house, the money, and the resources you gave Verna before you lecture me.”

Monogamy? Wasn't he the one who wanted to have his cake and eat it too? How was Antonia any worse than Verna? In my eyes, at least Antonia was genuinely devoted to him.

“That was compensation for her,” he said flatly. “Just consider it a favor I owed Verna. We were never on the same path, and we never will be. You once said you wanted to be with me forever, but now all you remember is Horace.”

“Horace’s leg has healed, and his career path is paved. You don’t need to keep thinking about him, and I won’t hold him against you. Let’s just put the past behind us, okay?”

I was surprised, frowning in silence.

His nibbling tickled, and I pushed him away.

Steven loosened his grip slightly but held my chin. I couldn't see his expression, but from his voice, he was smiling gently.

“You’re going to forget everything soon. So for now, remember this clearly. Remember that we can’t love each other. Remember that I rejected you, that I pushed you away again and again, but you insisted on seducing me, forcing your way into my heart. You started this, so you have to take responsibility for my life, understand?”

He was always telling me to take responsibility. I couldn't be bothered to argue, but what did he mean by “forget”?

I frowned. He’d said something like this twice now. What made him think my memories could be erased on a whim? What was he planning? I felt there was something to unpack here. Just as I was about to ask, his lips came crashing down on mine again.

The bastard. He said he wouldn’t touch me!

He couldn't even keep his word for three sentences. Had he been celibate for centuries?!

A fire of rage ignited within me. I pounded on his chest, cursing him whenever I had the chance.

“Steven, have you no shame? I’m in this state, and you’re still bullying me?!”

Steven wasn't annoyed in the slightest. He leaned down, capturing my lips. “With my status today, if I can’t even have my way with a woman, what’s the point?”

“You—”