I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 389

What? What right did he have?

I froze, looking at the barely suppressed rage in his eyes, at the absolute certainty and possessiveness in his gaze, which held a chilling hint of obsession.

"Steven, have you gone insane?"

How could he say something like that? Was he drunk? He'd only had a couple of sips of liquor, that couldn't be it.

"Yes, I'm about to go insane," Steven's perfectly sculpted jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and cold as they stared at me. His voice was a low growl, as if forced from his throat. "Every time I fight with you, it feels like a hammer is pounding inside my head. It's killing me every single time. What did I do wrong? Why are you torturing me like this, making my life so painful, both in my dreams and when I'm awake?"

"Zephyra, how do you do it? How do you make me so frustrated, so angry, yet so unable to let you go?"

Unable to let me go? Were those words really coming out of Steven's mouth?!

In two lifetimes, this was the first time I had ever heard him say something like that. It was so shocking it didn't feel real.

I stared at his handsome face. His lips were pale, as if he were sick, and he looked exhausted. Just a moment ago, he had been rubbing his temples, as if in great pain.

In our past life, Steven had never suffered like this. Other than a sensitive stomach, he was much healthier than I was. But now, he looked anything but normal.

A terrifying thought crossed my mind. "Steven, are you actually sick?"

In my past life, my grief had given me stomach cancer. Now that I was reborn, my volatile temper was always directed at him, causing him constant stress. So, in this life, was he the one with cancer?

Gordon said he'd had a check-up and was fine.

But now I had my doubts. Only a terminal illness could explain why Steven would do something so outrageous, say something so unbelievable. It was the only logical explanation.

Steven's eyes were locked on mine. Seeing the blank confusion on my face, he gave a self-deprecating, mocking laugh, but his eyes were dark pools, suppressing a storm, as if he were possessed.

"Yes, I'm sick. I can't even tell the difference between reality and my dreams anymore. And now I'm saying all this nonsense to you, like a complete idiot. I don't even know what I'm doing."

I didn't know what he was doing either. He seemed so strange today, so unpredictable and contradictory. Several times, I was at a complete loss for words.

Like when he threatened to call the police. It felt like he was testing my reaction to him. But testing someone wasn't something Steven would do. He was too proud, too arrogant. Why would he need to test the feelings of a woman he didn't care about?

And when he said I was torturing him in his dreams and in real life... if I had the power to control dreams, I'd make him transfer all his money to me. Once he was broke, plenty of people would line up to make his life miserable for me. I wouldn't have to lift a finger.

Whatever. I couldn't be bothered to figure him out.

I was going to start my apprenticeship. The Jones family was on the brink of collapse. Even if I finished my training, I would go back to Baxo to build my career, to be with my uncle Julian.

After we parted ways this time, I probably wouldn't see Steven ever again.

At that thought, a sense of peace settled over me.

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