I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 456

Megan's eyes widened in shock. Her lips moved, but no words came out.

I, on the other hand, rushed back to the hotel to rest. The whole ordeal had taken a lot of time, and it was already late.

I called Horace. His voice was gentle. “Tomorrow, I'll have your favorite food sent over. Good luck with the competition. I'll always be supporting you.”

I smiled. “Okay. Don't worry, even if I don't get top three, I won't get eliminated in the first round.”

I made it sound simple, but in reality, the competition was fierce. Tomorrow, two hundred people out of five hundred would be eliminated. I was nervous myself.

Horace chuckled softly. He didn't mention Steven at all, as if last night's argument had never happened.

“I'll be done with all my recording sessions tomorrow, so I'll be able to make it to your closing ceremony the day after.”

I was surprised. “Didn't your agent book you for a seven-day schedule? How are you finishing in two or three days?”

“I…” Horace had just started to speak when it sounded like someone grabbed his phone. His agent's voice came through, shouting, “Of course, because he's working himself to death! He crammed seven days of work into two! The rest of us almost died trying to keep up. If he hadn't treated us all to dinner, coffee, and gifts, we never would have gone along with it! Our lives were on the line!”

“But at least we got to take turns. Your guy has to be on camera the whole time. He hasn't slept in two days, all so he could finish early and get to Sonha to see you. Young lady, a man this devoted, rich, and handsome is a rare find. You'd better cherish him.”

Horace took the phone back. “He's exaggerating,” he said warmly. “Don't worry, I know my limits. I won't push myself or anyone else too hard. Don't overthink it. Just wait for me, okay?”

I bit my lip, a mix of emotions churning inside me. “Horace…”

He was so good to me, it made me feel like an inadequate girlfriend. The guilt was overwhelming.

He smiled. “I know what you're going to say. You feel bad that I'm overworking myself and now you feel pressured. Zephyra, we're a couple. You have to get used to how I treat you. It's a special kind of treatment, just for you. No one else gets this.”

His teasing made me laugh. “Alright, alright, I'm the only one who gets this special Horace treatment. But seriously, don't overwork yourself. Your leg still hasn't healed. If you push yourself too hard, I'll be angry! When we meet, I'll treat you to a big dinner.”

Horace blurted out, “When we meet, what I want more is for you to kiss me.”

I froze. I couldn't imagine what kind of expression he was making as he said that. He was such a gentle, refined person; he must have been looking at the phone with such adoring eyes. My heart started to pound erratically. I wasn't sure if it was nervousness or unease.

He fell silent too, then after a moment of hesitation, he said, “That was a slip of the tongue. Forget I said anything. We'll talk when we see each other, okay?”

I chewed on my lip. “Okay.”

After we hung up, I lay in bed, tossing and turning for a while.

Horace had done so much for me. He wanted a kiss. It wouldn't be right to refuse, would it?

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