I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 117

A small lamp was on by the bed, and there was Steven, lying on my bed. His handsome face was pale as he slept, his long fingers fumbling for the phone on the nightstand.

I hung up, and the ringing stopped.

I walked over to him, staring at his face in disbelief.

“Steven, what are you doing in my bed?”

The man who despised me was sleeping in my room, in my bed. It was unthinkable.

Steven stirred, slowly opening his eyes. His dark, deep-set gaze met mine. He looked like he had just woken up, but there was an exhaustion about him that I’d never seen before.

His voice was hoarse. “Are you moving back in?”

“Of course not,” I said immediately.

He closed his eyes again, his voice heavy with fatigue. “This villa is mine. This room is mine. If you’re not coming back, then this is my room. Is there a problem?”

There was no problem.

I bit my lip, still confused. “I’m just surprised. Don’t you hate me?”

If I disliked someone, I would never sleep in their bed. I wouldn’t even want to walk past their room. And it wasn’t like he didn’t have his own room. Why would he sleep in his soon-to-be ex-wife’s bed?

Could it be that he missed me?

Steven’s eyes opened again. They were bloodshot, and he looked utterly drained.

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