I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 528

Rachel froze, turning to stare at Verna in disbelief. Verna walked closer.

“I can see it on your face. You’re wondering how I could possibly know something you've never told anyone. It’s shocking, isn't it?”

Rachel’s expression hardened, her guard instantly up.

Verna quickly added, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to expose your secret. Who you love is none of my business. I just want to help you. If you want to be with Horace, I can help you. If you want Horace to be with Zephyra, I can help with that too. All you have to do is work with me.”

Rachel’s face remained impassive. “You want to help us?”

“You don't have to be suspicious. I just want to be with Mr. Lancaster. Right now, he’s not thinking clearly. He’s completely infatuated with Zephyra. I heard he crashed the wedding. You were there, weren't you? Did you see the way he looked at her? He's never going to let her go. As long as they're entangled, I have no chance. So I need an ally, and you would be a very good one.”

Rachel laughed coldly. “Even if I wanted to help Zephyra, I would never work with you. You're the homewrecker who destroyed her marriage. You’re like a rat—a filthy piece of garbage that can't stand the light of day.”

Verna’s smile nearly faltered.

“Say what you will, but Mr. Lancaster and I are meant to be together. I have a special ability. I know things about the future. For example, I know you love Horace. And I also know that tomorrow, there will be a random knife attack at a kindergarten. The perpetrator will be shot on sight by police. You can wait for the news tomorrow to see if I'm telling the truth.”

She wrote down a number and pressed it into Rachel's hand, her smile light and airy.

“If you believe me then, feel free to contact me anytime. We can talk properly then.”

…

My consciousness was hazy, but I felt a tickling on my lips that made it hard to breathe.

I was uncomfortable. I forced my eyes open, and before my brain could catch up, my senses registered a devastatingly handsome face, magnified and close to mine.

Steven, dressed in loungewear, was leaning over me, kissing me. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, just like so many mornings in my past life when he would wake me up with kisses.

But this time, I reacted like a startled animal, shoving him away without thinking.

I wasn't very strong, so he only shifted to the side. He looked back at me, his large, powerful hand clamping around my wrist to stop me from scrambling away. His voice was slightly hoarse. “It's late. Get up and eat something.”

My face was tense. I felt like I had regained some of my strength. My body felt clean and dry; Steven must have washed me and changed me into comfortable loungewear.

But I was still sore all over. That lunatic Steven… he had deliberately tried to torture me to death.

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