Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154 

“Stephle…” Rachel suddenly called out from the hospital bed. 

I stopped but didn’t turn back. 

It was better for me to remain as Stephany Larson right now. 

Steven held my hand the whole way during the train ride back home as I leaned on his shoulder, deep in thought. 

He didn’t question me about why we were using the train and not a car. But I guessed that someone as smart as him would’ve been able to figure out why. 

I was afraid of being inside cars whenever it rained. Being on a train surrounded by more people just made me feel safer. 

When we got off the train, Ewan and the driver were already waiting for us by the train 

station entrance. 

Steven furrowed his brows and glanced at me. “Let’s run away, Stephie.” 

I was surprised. “Run away? To where… ” 

But before I could finish my sentence, Steve had already grabbed me by the wrist and ran 

off into the crowd. 

Ewan wanted to run after us, but in the end, he lost us among the crowd. 

I ran along with Steve for a long while and only stopped when I began panting heavily. Why are you running?” I asked. 

In contrast to me, Steve was neither red in the face nor panting. In fact, he seemed entirely fine. 

He sure could run, huh… 

“Don’t wanna go back,” Steven answered. He didn’t want to return to the Lincoln residence, probably feeling it to be more like a cage than a home. 

“Ewan must’ve already installed a tracker in both of our phones,” I said in exasperation. 

After all, I was pregnant with the Lincoln family’s flesh and blood, and Steven was one of the family’s sons. They couldn’t lose either of us, which meant that Ewan was bound to 

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find us too. 

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However, Steven didn’t reply. Instead, he took both our phones and seemed to tamper something on them before returning mine to me. 

“One day away is fine,” he said. 

I wasn’t sure what had gotten into Steven today, or why he wanted to run away, so I decided to simply agree for now. After all, I wouldn’t know where to find him if he ran off by himself anyway. 

“Where do you want to go now?” I asked. 

“I want to sleep with you, Stephie,” Steven said seriously. 

I froze for a moment before looking up and realizing that Steven had stopped in front of a high–class five–star hotel. 

I grumbled, “Why stay in a hotel when you have a perfectly fine home to return to?” 

But instead of answering me, Steven simply tightly held onto my hand, refusing to let me 

1. go. 

Based on what I knew of Steven, there had to be some reason why someone as intelligent as him would refuse to go home. It couldn’t have been a spontaneous decision at all. 

I wanted to refuse him, but as I looked at how pitiful Steven was, I simply couldn’t. So, I turned and led him into the hotel, irritated. 

Whenever I looked at Steven, I would think of the orphanage and the asylum. 

I had no idea how much suffering Steven had gone through, but I truly hoped that he had nothing to do with the serial murders. 

“You want to stay in a high–class hotel? Didn’t you use to sleep in junkpiles? wanted to chuckle as we walked into the grand hotel lobby. 

Steven used to sleep in shabby little spaces like the one in the orphanage back when he was living on the streets. Yet, here he was at a hotel while we were away from home.