I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 621

“Drugs…” Steven’s eyes were half-closed, his long fingers drumming against his leg. His expression was unreadable.

“Can she still recover her memories?”

“The cause is unknown, so it’s hard to say,” the doctor replied. “She might never get better. Or, she might be back to normal in a little while.”

…

By evening, a heavy rain had started to fall, making it too dangerous to drive.

It was at least a six-hour drive home. I had floated down the river for a day and a night, ending up very far away. Gordon announced we would be staying in the village for the night, which naturally included me.

When I was discharged, no one asked me for money. They just drew several vials of my blood for some kind of test.

I didn’t pay it any mind.

The small fishing village wasn’t that small. It was on an island surrounded by the sea and catered to tourists, so there were plenty of guesthouses.

I noticed Steven’s room had been sprayed down with disinfectant from top to bottom, which made me purse my lips. Then, I eagerly trotted over to his room with a plate of fruit.

“Honey, the apples here are huge and sweet. They’re delicious. You should try one.”

Steven glanced up at me. “Weren’t you just saying I was a cheapskate, that you didn’t need me?”

“Oh, come on, you were misleading me. Don’t hold it against me. A man should be magnanimous, not hold a grudge like me,” I said shamelessly, sitting down and propping my chin in my hands. “Thank you for bringing me clothes and shoes. They’re warm and beautiful. Exactly my style.”

Ever since I woke up, I’d been wearing a hospital gown. I didn’t have any proper clothes or shoes, and it was still a bit chilly outside. I would have frozen. Before taking me to the inn, Gordon had given me the clothes. They weren’t new, but they were stylish, vibrant, and beautiful. It was obvious he had brought them for me specifically.

Only family would be so thoughtful and considerate.

Maybe this Steven wasn’t as terrible as he made himself out to be.

Steven’s expression seemed distant, as if lost in a memory, and a slight frown creased his brow.

I picked up a fork, speared a slice of apple, and held it to his lips. “I specifically asked Gordon, and he said you like apples. It’s really good, won’t you try it?”

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