Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 

The clothes he wore today suited him better. Although it looked rather faded, it covered the worrying scars on his ankles and calves, 

He stood under the shade of a tree opposite the road. He looked a little down. 

Zion led his men across the road. They then surrounded him. 

Steve looked somewhat normal today. He did not wear his hooded sweatshirt and seemed to have washed his face. 

A youthful aura seemed to emanate from his very bones. He was tall, with skin as fair as the moon. His freshly washed face appeared flawless, especially his captivating eyes. 

His jet black hair fell messily across his face. In the current lighting, he seemed to outshine any celebrity. 

I stood in the light. My gaze was fixed on his slender fingers, and my breathing sped up. In his hand was a bundle of lollipops tied together with a red string 

He seemed to look forward to my appearance at the wedding. Did he look forward to me being alive? Or did he look forward to me crashing the wedding? 

“Stephie…” Steve’s voice was hoarse. His eyes were somewhat red. He looked like he was anticipating the outcome that he hoped to witness. 

I was a little suspicious. Was he pretending to be crazy? Or was his acting that good? 

“Stephie isn’t here.” Rachel’s previous animosity and wariness toward Steve were absent. 

Upon seeing the lollipops in his hand, she choked. 

“Previously…” she trailed off and continued, “Were you the person who constantly protected Stephie in secret and gave her lollipops?” 

1 froze for a moment, then anxiously looked at Rachel. 

“Don’t fall for it! He’s a murderer. He’s only pretending right now!” I yelled. 

Steve said nothing. He merely lowered his head. 

“Steve, come back with us. If you wish to find Stephanie, please cooperate with us.” 

Zion’s voice was gentle. He gestured at his colleagues to not startle Steve. 

Lanxiously stared at Steve and looked at his face. “You liar… You fake.” 

A few female police officers stepped forward to lead Steve into the car. Upon seeing his appearance, they looked away bashfully. 

“I couldn’t tell at first, but he looks so handsome, just like a movie star,” said one of them. 

Steve’s head remained down. He didn’t fight back as he obediently got into the police car and sat in the corner confusedly. He stared at the lollipops in his hand. 

He feigned compliance. Looking at his long and trembling lashes, even I was bewitched. For a moment, I questioned if I had misremembered the moments before my death. 

“What do you plan on doing?” I followed him into the car and gathered my courage to sit beside him. 

“Why did you kill me?” 1 asked. Steve kept his head lowered and didn’t say a word. 

“What do you want? Does killing others benefit you?” I kept interrogating him, but it also felt as if i was speaking to myself. 

“Why did you have to kill me?” I trailed off. 

Steve stayed silent. Suddenly, he lifted his head. His gaze was blazing as he looked at me. 

He startled me. I looked around anxiously. 

The heat in his gaze slowly dissipated. He then lowered his head once more and remained silent. 

“Steve, how did you know that the murderer would place the corpse at the old dilapidated welfare home?” Zion asked gently. He was afraid of agitating Steve. 

However, Steve said nothing. I furrowed my brows as I looked at Steve. It was because he was the 

murderer. 

“Steve, it’ll be very hard for us to find Stephanie if you don’t cooperate,” Zion then sighed. 

He continued, “You know Stephanie, right? You don’t want her to die, right?” 

Steve raised his head and looked at Zion. 

“The welfare home…” he said those words with a hoarse voice. 

Zion looked at Steve for some time. He then turned and said to his colleague, “Go to that welfare 

home!” 

The old welfare home was roughly a 20–minute car ride away. 

I was rather surprised that Michael and his friends were present as well. Was he not at the wedding? Was he not getting married?