I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 151

A wide grin spread across my face. I turned to see a man hurrying toward me.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt, the top few buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, pale forearms. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on his high-bridged nose, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. He had clearly run all the way here.

“Horace!”

I called out to him, my smile so bright I felt like I could cry with relief. I started toward him, but a firm grip on my arm stopped me.

I shot a glare at Steven. “What are you doing? Let go!”

His handsome face was ashen, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. He ignored me, tightening his grip and pulling me into his arms. He held me fast against him, ignoring my surprised cry and struggles, his gaze fixed on Horace like a predator.

Horace reached us, his handsome face clouded with anger, his usual gentle demeanor gone.

His eyes first landed on me, full of concern. “Zephyra, how’s your face? What did the doctor say? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

I struggled against Steven’s hold, but he had me completely pinned. “I’m fine. I just got slapped. It’s nothing serious. They put some ointment on it, and it doesn’t hurt anymore. I just need a few more tests, and then I can go.”

Horace didn’t look relieved. His brow furrowed. “How did this happen? Who hurt you? Weren’t you here for work?”

Then, as if a thought had just occurred to him, his expression darkened, and he glared at Steven.

“You dared to lay a hand on Zephyra!”

His voice was dangerously cold. If Steven had said yes, Horace would have shed his scholarly persona in an instant and thrown a punch, just like in our past life.

Steven shot him a withering look. “Are you blind or just stupid? She’s my woman. If I’m going to discipline her, it’ll be in the bedroom. Why would I touch her face?”

I… why did he have to phrase it like that?

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