I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 739

I stared at the phone, my curiosity at its peak. I was on the verge of asking him about it, but my rational side told me that if I did, I'd give myself away.

Just as I was debating with myself, a large hand silently snatched the phone away.

Steven's deep, magnetic voice sounded from above me. “You're pregnant. You shouldn't be staring at your phone for so long. Finish your soup first.”

I turned and shot him an annoyed glare, muttering to myself, “We just set the ground rules about you not interfering, and this damn man has already forgotten!”

I was about to lash out when I saw Steven glance down at the phone. His calm expression instantly darkened, his eyes turning grim, clearly showing his anger.

Knowing Steven, he wasn't just angry—he was furious.

What was the big deal?

He was the one who gave me permission to look at his phone.

Since it had come to this, I decided to be direct. “What did you do behind Verna's back? And what did she mean by that 'fate' of yours?”

Hearing this, Steven coolly slipped the phone into his pocket, his action making his stance clear—the matter was closed.

“She's just spouting nonsense. She just wants me to help her find a doctor.”

I stared at him suspiciously, my expression screaming, “Do you really think I believe that?”

Steven deliberately averted his gaze, pretending not to notice. He brought the soup to me. “Drink it while it's hot.”

As he spoke, he thoughtfully brought the spoon to my lips, clearly unwilling to continue the conversation.

If I were the me from my past life, I might have been moved by this sudden tenderness. But the me of today only found this affection to be too little, too late, and far too cheap.

Since Steven wouldn't move, I decided to ignore him and scooted over to the other side of the sofa.

But he followed me like a shadow, sticking close no matter where I moved.

“Are you trying to annoy me? Stop following me around like some stray mutt,” I finally snapped.

The old Steven would have exploded at those words, but now he just frowned, his gaze falling to my stomach. “Keep your voice down. Don't scare the baby.”

His words left me speechless. It felt like punching a cotton ball—all force and no impact.

“I'm only sitting close for the baby's sake, so it can feel the love of both its father and mother. Just put up with it and cooperate,” Steven said with a slight smile, his eyes fixed on me.