I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 531

Steven was a mess, too. He looked me up and down, and when his eyes landed on my cuts, his handsome face grew even darker. Then, he slung me over his shoulder and carried me back toward the house.

I pounded on his back, hitting him, but he just said coldly, “If you keep struggling, we’ll both fall. Roses have thorns. Are you trying to ruin your face?”

I felt utterly miserable. The sharp pain in my knee only amplified my despair. The whole day had been a disaster; nothing was going right, and it was supposed to be my birthday.

I had tried so hard to change the course of my life, to steer it away from my past, so why was everything ending up the same? Why did I have to suffer so much? What had I done wrong? Wasn’t dying in my past life atonement enough?

Steven set me down on the sofa and brought over the first-aid kit. When he tried to pull the thorns out of my skin, I slapped his hand away.

He frowned at me. “Zephyra…”

His voice trailed off. He stared at me, and I glared back, my eyes brimming with tears that blurred and cleared my vision over and over. I bit my lip hard, refusing to let a sob escape.

I hated him. I hated him so much.

Steven’s face paled slightly, and his cold, deep voice became strained.

“Don’t cry. It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

Ha. As if Steven would ever genuinely apologize. I didn't believe him.

“I don’t want to be with you!”

“We’re married.”

“Tomorrow, I’m checking if that marriage certificate is even valid. If it is, we’re getting divorced.”

Steven was silent for a long moment before finally saying, “Gordon just called me. I told him to come over and give you an update on your brother. He’ll be here soon. Why don’t you hear what he has to say first, and then we can talk about everything else.”

Gordon was coming with news about Leonard.

These were the people I wanted to see, the news I needed to hear.

My anger subsided a little. My hands were filthy, so I didn't dare wipe my tears, blinking hard instead to try and see his expression clearly. “You’re not lying to me again, are you?”

“I’m not lying,” Steven said, reaching to pull out a thorn. I tried to do it myself, but he held my hand down. “You’re covered in them. It’ll be faster if I do it.”

I pressed my lips together. Then again, it was his fault I was in this mess. If he hadn't dragged me back here, would I have ever stumbled into his rose garden?

It was only right that he clean up my wounds. He deserved this.

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