I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 617

The weather cleared, and the temperature began to rise.

I sat on the hospital bed with my knees bent, clutching a nearby pillow to my chest. My long, wavy hair cascaded over my shoulders, and my skin looked even more pale and fragile in the dim light.

My eyes were fixed on the handsome man who had entered the room and now stood before me, silent. I bit my lip and spoke tentatively.

“My… husband?”

That had to be right.

The village chief had told me I’d been in the water for days, that the whole world was looking for me. He said I was the wife of some tycoon, and that my husband would come take me home.

When I heard the word “tycoon,” I’d imagined I was some kind of gold digger, a young woman married to a man in his seventies or eighties, just waiting for him to kick the bucket so I could inherit his fortune.

But I never expected my husband to be this handsome. Tall, striking, with fair skin and an incredible physique. He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his shoes polished to a mirror shine. He looked sharp, not at all greasy or slick. He was exactly my type. Except for his eyes. They were so cold, as if he wanted to cut me to pieces with his gaze.

His powerful aura was intimidating.

His body tensed, but he remained silent. I forced a small laugh, trying to break the icy atmosphere.

“Or maybe you’re not my husband. Are you… my stepson?”

Steven’s mouth twitched, a cold smile flickering in his eyes.

“You may not remember anything, but you still have a brain, don’t you? Do I look like your stepson?”

“Hard to say,” I replied meekly.

Mostly because I had no idea what kind of person I used to be. For all I knew, I was the kind of ruthless woman who’d do anything for money.

Steven was speechless.

He glanced at me, a cold smirk slowly forming on his lips.

“Zephyra, do you really not remember anything?”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Didn’t you just ask three different doctors? They all said I hit my head on something, that I have a hematoma and damage to my hippocampus. You saw the medical reports. What are you still suspicious about?”

Steven’s expression was cold, and I couldn’t get a read on him. To me, he was a stranger, yet I had a feeling his calm facade was just that—a facade.

I tried to defend myself again, speaking softly but firmly.

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