I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 625

Verna had expected him to agree, but she never imagined he would ask that question. Her pupils contracted violently as she stared at him in shock. “You…”

“Surprised I know?” Horace’s lips curled into a cold smile. “I’m not going to tell you how, but if you don’t tell me what you know, you can get out.”

…

Back in the small fishing village, the ground was damp from the heavy rain.

It was the tail end of the tourist season, so there were still a decent number of people around.

The inn owner was very friendly. When I asked her if she knew of any part-time jobs, she looked at me in disbelief and laughed while chewing on some sunflower seeds.

“Ma’am, that jacket you’re wearing alone is worth more than what most people here make in a year. You, looking for work? You must be joking.”

I looked down at my clothes. I may have lost my memory, but I still had my common sense. The fabric was high quality and probably worth a fortune.

Maybe Steven bought it for me before he went bankrupt.

“The past is the past. We really don’t have any money now. Could you please help me find something?”

The owner chuckled, spitting out a seed husk.

“You’re so beautiful, ma’am. Look at that face, that skin! Gosh, you couldn’t find one person as pretty as you out of a hundred around here. With your looks, you could find a job anywhere.”

“Most of the jobs in the village are part-time, though. The good ones are all in the city.”

I felt a little self-conscious. After all, Steven had said I used my looks to get ahead, which made me feel awkward whenever someone complimented me.

“Part-time is fine. The job itself isn’t the most important thing. I mainly want to see what I’m capable of doing.”

The owner was straightforward. She told me about a couple of positions and then called her son over to take me there.

His name was David Peters. He was dressed in loungewear, was scruffy and listless, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, looking like he’d pulled several all-nighters.

He protested, grumbling that he had a project to finish and that if he failed another interview, his career would be over.

I quickly said he didn’t have to, that if there was a suitable place, he could just give me the name and I’d go myself. But the owner pretended not to hear, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him toward me.

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