I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 351

Horace held me tight, his large hand cupping the back of my neck. His eyes were dark and deep, and his steady, powerful voice resonated from above my head.

“But I’m so thankful you weren’t hurt. I’m even more thankful that I’m the one lying in this hospital bed.”

My vision blurred with a film of tears.

I just couldn’t bring myself to shove away someone who had given his all for me. If I did, how would I be any different from the heartless Steven?

Even if I had to reject him, now was not the time.

“Are you trying to make me die of guilt? Taking a bullet for a friend doesn’t mean you actually have to get shot, Horace. You were playing with your life.”

Horace’s voice held a hint of a smile. “I didn’t plan on getting hurt, it was just an accident. Let’s not dwell on it.”

I gently pushed him away, my eyes bloodshot.

Horace looked at me quietly, the light in his eyes completely hidden. He sighed, raising a hand to smooth my messy hair. I instinctively turned my head away, combing it myself and wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes.

“Were you just doing physical therapy? Is there anything I can do to help?”

His gaze shifted slightly, his voice clear and crisp. “No need. I can’t be out of bed for too long anyway. This is a good time to rest.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Spencer immediately came over to help Horace, her voice choked with emotion. “If you’re tired, you should get back in bed and rest.”

I wanted to help him too, but he just smiled. “I can get back myself. Why don’t you go get me a glass of water? I can’t let you see me in this pathetic state. What if you make fun of me later?”

I would never make fun of him, but I knew it was just an excuse. His bed was a bit far, not just a few steps away like before, and walking with crutches was undoubtedly awkward.

I tried to lighten the mood, smiling through my tears. “Don’t insult me, I’m not that kind of person. At most, I’d take a picture and sell it to your fans for a fortune.”

Horace’s lips curved into a smile. I went to get him some warm water, pouring a glass for Mrs. Spencer as well. By the time I turned around, he was already back in bed, seemingly in a great deal of pain. Beads of sweat dotted his smooth forehead, and his face remained pale and strained.

My heart sank. I handed the water to Mrs. Spencer and Horace. Mrs. Spencer forced a smile as she took it, and I clearly saw the unswept tears in her eyes. She looked much more haggard, lacking her former elegance.

Horace said, “Mom, I’m craving some fruit. Could you go buy some for me?”

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