I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 668

She seemed so irritable that I didn't dare say another word. I put the card Steven had given me back on his table, then huffed and puffed as I carried my clothes up to the third floor.

Meanwhile, in a private room at a teahouse.

Steven had a smile in his eyes that hadn't faded for a while. Myron said irritably, “Steven, you're going too far. I stuck my neck out for you, fought a war of words with that whole crowd. It was bad enough that you kept quiet then, but now you're just sitting here laughing at me. Have you no conscience?”

Steven poured him a drink. “Rachel is her best friend. She's more fiercely protective of Rachel than even Horace is. I can't openly go against her on this.”

Myron sneered. “It's obvious that woman is into Horace. Just push them together, and you and Zephyra won't have to worry about your future, will you?”

Steven raised an eyebrow. “Hmm. How do you suggest we do that discreetly, in a way that forces Horace to just swallow his pride and not make a scene in front of her?”

It would be great if it worked, but if it was obviously his doing, he and Zephyra would have another score to settle later.

Myron drank, downing the glass in one go. “I'll do it?”

Steven let out a soft laugh. “What's the difference between that and me doing it myself?”

Myron pouted. “Steven, you're putting me in a tough spot. When I chase women, all I have to do is throw money at them. It's not complicated like your situation. And besides, I wouldn't want a woman this complicated anyway.”

“Besides, when it comes to scheming, I'm no match for you. I'm just offering ideas. But Steven, you're afraid of too many things now. You're afraid of forcing her because she'll be unhappy and resentful. You're afraid of having a child because when she gets her memory back, she'll think you're disgusting and try to kill you.”

“Being afraid of this and that is one thing—after all, Zephyra is the woman you love. But now you're even holding back and hesitating when it comes to dealing with your rival. You're really…”

He finished, drinking with a displeased look on his face.

“Zephyra… she's going to be the death of you!”

Steven was silent, just kept his head down and drank, one glass after another, his mind in turmoil.

It wasn't that he was afraid to deal with Horace; he just wasn't in the mood to handle it right now.

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