I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 388

Steven was an arrogant, proud man. He cared deeply about his image. I sometimes felt that even if the sky were falling, his stubborn pride would hold it up.

His steps faltered. For a few seconds, our eyes met, and I finally saw the anger igniting in his gaze.

"Get out. And don't ever show your face in front of me again. From now on, if you see me, you walk the other way."

He was clearly embarrassed and furious. "You open the door, and I'm gone."

Steven's face was a dark storm. He yanked at the button of his shirt, as if he couldn't breathe, and the movement revealed the still-visible bite mark just below his neck.

I was the one who'd bitten him last time. I'd been so angry, I hadn't held back. I didn't realize I'd bitten him so deeply that the mark was still there.

He stared at me coldly. "And stay away from Myron's company. I don't want to see you."

Fine by me. I wasn't planning on staying anyway.

My expression was just as cold. "Fine. Open the door."

Steven's eyes were dark as he clenched his jaw and opened the door for me.

I kept a wary eye on him, not even daring to put down the vase. I hurried toward the door, not watching where I was going, and my foot caught on something. I stumbled and fell to the floor with a sudden lurch.

With a crash, the vase shattered around me.

I'm not kidding, hitting that tile floor hurt my leg. It was early winter, and the sharp, dull ache in my knee was intense. I couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Steven's expression changed in an instant. "Zephyra."

He rushed over from the door, scooping me up from the porcelain shards and placing me on the sofa.

"Where does it hurt? Did you get cut?"

He checked me over, but found no cuts.

He was so close, his hands all over me, and a jolt went through me. I shoved him away and tried to get off the sofa, but my knee hadn't recovered. A sharp pain shot through it, forcing me back down.

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