I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 479

How ridiculous. As if I grew legs just to follow his orders and listen to his notifications.

I clenched my fists, my face dark as I turned to glare at Steven. The next thing I knew, his large hand was on the back of my neck, and he was kissing me like a hurricane. When he finally let go, his eyes were fixed on mine.

"Don't fight me. You can't run away anyway. Just eat your food." As he spoke, he pinched my cheek. "If you don't like feeding yourself, I can feed you. With my hands or my mouth. As long as you eat, I'll do whatever it takes."

"Could you be any more disgusting?" I slapped his hand away, my face flushed with anger. Who would want him to feed them mouth-to-mouth? But this bastard, Steven, if pushed, might actually do it.

Steven stared at me, his expression calm. "Eat it."

Seeing how composed he was made my anger seem insignificant, even predictable. He had me completely under his thumb.

My expression turned cold, a deliberate, forced calm. "I need medicine."

Steven's brow furrowed, his demeanor cool. "I took precautions. The risk of pregnancy is effectively zero."

"I can forgive you for being legally illiterate, but are you also just plain illiterate?" I narrowed my eyes, my voice dripping with scorn. "Even if there's a one percent chance of pregnancy, I'm going to eliminate it. And don't you dare think I would ever carry your child."

"Even if I did get pregnant, I have a thousand ways to get rid of it. A simple fall, a jump, or if I had to be more drastic, a roll down a flight of stairs. I have no doubt I could miscarry. You can control me for a moment, but you can't control me forever. Don't try to fool me with fake pills again. I'm only taking medicine because I don't want an abortion to weaken me. I won't waste my health on you. That doesn't mean I've gone soft."

In my past life, I was depressed, suicidal, and got stomach cancer all for him. It was enough. Just thinking about it now makes me feel like an idiot.

My health is what's most important.

Steven's handsome, refined face turned grim, as if I had struck a nerve. A cold, sarcastic smile touched his lips.

"You really know how to push my buttons."

He leaned down, scooped me into his arms, and carried me back to the sofa. "Eat first. I'll have someone bring the medicine up."

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