I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 439

I glared at him and immediately shot back, "Ex-wife!"

"Former wife, then," Steven conceded, not wanting to argue. "Sit down. Let me treat your cut."

He was so calm and confident, so sure of himself, that I started to wonder if something had gone wrong with the divorce proceedings.

But that was impossible. We had the certificates. The court couldn't have issued fake ones, could they?

When I didn't respond, Steven reached for me. I slapped his hand away.

"I can take care of it in my own room. Let me go."

His patience seemed to wear thin. He grabbed my hand and pushed me down onto the sofa.

I was about to struggle when he said calmly, "The door has a code. You can't get out. If you don't want me to get rough, you'd best not provoke me. I promise I won't touch you."

"But if you continue to defy me, I'll take it as an invitation."

I glared at him, grinding my teeth. "You're unbelievable."

He could make such shameless demands. The "unattainable prince" was officially missing in action, wasn't he?

Steven looked down and began cleaning my wound with an antiseptic wipe. I couldn't see the cut, but it stung as he disinfected it. His expression, however, grew darker and colder, which made me nervous.

"What, am I disfigured?"

He studied my face for a moment. "The cut isn't deep. It won't leave a scar."

"Then why do you look so grim?"

The lines of his handsome, strong-jawed face were rigid with cold anger.

"I don't like it when you get hurt."

My eyes flickered. I looked at Steven, unable to comprehend. His face was still as handsome as ever, his expression usually a mask of cool indifference, just as it had always been. And yet, something about him had changed dramatically today. He was different.

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