I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 493

Horace’s tone was calm and decisive, as if he didn't need any explanation from me.

My heart trembled violently. I held the suitcase handle with one hand, my other hand frozen in mid-air. I couldn't help but wonder if he already knew something…

His embrace was so tight I could barely breathe, and I gently pushed against his shoulder.

“Horace, I can't… breathe…” He immediately loosened his grip, but his long fingers remained firmly clasped around me. I bit my lip, struggling to say the words. Instead, I looked at his leg. “How's your leg? Is it better?”

Horace's voice was low and heavy. “It's fine, Zephyra. I'm fine.”

He reached for my suitcase, but I didn't let go. Biting my lip, I took a deep breath and looked at him steadily.

“Horace, let's break up.”

Horace froze. His usually gentle, doting eyes turned sharp and cold, his gaze piercing through me with a startling intensity.

“If you don’t love me, if you’re tired of me, or if you hate me, then I can accept a breakup. But if you’re doing this because you’re afraid Steven will retaliate against me, then I refuse. Zephyra, I know I can't compare to Steven. We started from different places, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be his rival.”

“I told you to wait for me and not to go to him because I wanted to show you that I'm not weak. By this afternoon at the latest, all the negativity surrounding me will disappear. I'm serious about being with you, and I will do everything in my power to become the man who can protect you from any storm.”

Horace looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and stubbornness. My heart clenched, and I gripped the suitcase handle tighter.

“So, you were the one who handled all that bad press?”

“Yes.”

I was stunned. That was unexpected. Horace’s family was upper-middle class at best, a far cry from the elite. Handling something like that must have cost a fortune, not to mention requiring significant connections.

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