Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 

Steven looked at me innocently as he said, “Stephie… my hand hurts.” 

He had cleverly had the nurse stick the IV drip needle into his less–injured hand, then told me that his hand hurt. 

This meant that I would have to wait on him. I even had to help him undo his pants when 

he went to the bathroom. 

Suddenly, I understood what Michael meant when he commented on Steven’s exceptional acting skills. 

Steven’s eyes turned red–rimmed as he said, “Stephie… you’re my wife.” 

“Stop it!” I exclaimed, trying to harden my resolve. He had only gotten injured because he saved me, after all. The doctor wouldn’t let him get out of bed, so I had no choice but to 

take care of him. 

I grabbed the overnight toiletries the nurse had brought for me. With a blush on my face, I pulled the privacy curtain closed and reached out. “Do it yourself,” I said. 

“But my hand hurts…” 

I gritted my teeth at that. “Steven Lincoln, don’t push things too far.” 

Steven merely looked up at me innocently. 

I was fuming with anger as I helped him with his pants.. 

Soon, I heard him say, “Stephie, I don’t need to pee anymore.” 

I really wanted to kill him now. 

“Stephie, you’re so intimidating. Look what you’ve done! I’m swelling up from fear now.” 

I was rendered speechless for a moment. 

“Steven Lincoln!” I exclaimed. 

I ended up lecturing Steven and pinching his ear as punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually, he reluctantly admitted that he was in the wrong. 

scoffed and started to feed him soup while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Here, have more. It’ll help you recover faster.” 

“Stephie… Steven started. I had no idea what he was thinking at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted an unexpected visitor in his ward. 

It was Michael. He was hanging around us like a vengeful spirit. 

Steven’s face instantly darkened at the sight of him. He had forgotten that Michael was staying in the ward right next door. They both had physical injuries, after all. 

“Stephie… it hurts.” Steven choked up and pulled up his shirt to show me his wound. “Look, Stephie. It took seven stitches to close up my wound.” 

I wanted to stop him from whining, so I reluctantly got up from my seat and approached him slowly. 

For some reason, his hand no longer seemed to hurt anymore at this moment. He went ahead and pressed my head against his and kissed me. 

I knew he had ulterior motives right from the start. 

Michael stiffened at the door. His gaze darkened as he glared at Steven. 

Steven’s gaze turned weightier and darker. It was obvious that he was challenging Michael 

with his eyes. 

Sensing that someone was behind me, I quickly straightened up and turned to see Michael. He was sporting bruises all over his face. 

“Stephie…” Michael called out my name. 

I regarded him with a frown. “Mr. Ford, you’ve recovered rather quickly. How are you already able to walk around?” 

Michael had pretty severe injuries, yet he was still already out of bed. So why couldn’t Steven, who only had external wounds, do the same? 

Michael seemed a bit nervous as he asked, “Can we talk?”