I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 623

At the time, I didn't understand. What he said I owed him wasn't about the bankruptcy or the ruined project, but the bitter fruit of a past life—the one thing Steven had longed for and regretted most across lifetimes.

But unfortunately, I wasn't pregnant.

I had simply thrown up because of the cilantro.

Steven's face didn't show much disappointment, but he stopped speaking to me altogether.

His already distant attitude became even colder, more detached.

I had a strange feeling.

It seemed Steven really wanted me to be pregnant. But if he hated me so much, why would he want my child?

If he wanted me to have his baby, regardless of who I used to be, I had amnesia now and needed him. All he had to do was treat me well. With a face like his, if he put in a little effort, used some sweet talk, he could easily coax me into bed, couldn't he?

If he was truly sincere, I thought I might even agree.

But he wouldn't. He kept his distance at meals, always maintaining a gap between us.

He was such a contradiction.

The storm raged all night.

The inn owner advised Steven not to leave just yet. The road out wound through the mountains, and after a full night of rain, it would be treacherous and prone to landslides.

It was too dangerous.

So Steven had no choice but to stay for another couple of days.

My scrapes and bruises had mostly healed, and I was full of energy, so I went out to look for a job.

Steven couldn't go back to his job, and I had nothing to do. Since he was drowning in debt because of me, I figured I could at least get a part-time job and earn a little money to help him out.

Most importantly, I needed to find a skill to support myself. If Steven decided he was done with me and wouldn't help me anymore, how would I survive?

What I didn't know was that besides Steven, someone else was frantically searching for me.

Horace had collapsed on the ship, overwhelmed by stress and worry.

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