I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 669

Steven glanced down at me, his voice hoarse.

“Why did you move out? And what's with the women in my room?”

Women?

Myron actually did what he said he would. He really got women for Steven!

I was both shocked and not surprised. After all, it was common for rich people to have messy private lives. At their level, they would never lack for female company. Besides, Steven and I were divorced. It was perfectly reasonable for him to have women in his room for comfort.

“It was wrong for us to be staying together in the first place, so it's best we stay separate. Plus, I'm a restless sleeper, and I'd feel bad if I disturbed your rest. But... if you have women in your room, why did you come up here?”

Steven's eyes darkened. He suddenly took a step closer, his tone dangerous.

He didn't ask if I knew about the women, but instead demanded, “You don't care that there are other women in my room?”

His presence was overwhelming. I couldn't help but take a step back, my hand pressed tightly against the door.

I looked at him, confused, and blurted out, “What is there to care about? We're divorced. You're young; it's normal to need a woman to… relieve some stress.”

Seeing my nonchalant expression, the fire in Steven's heart raged even hotter. It wasn't just his heart that was on fire; his entire body was burning, heat rolling off him in waves.

His face grew darker and darker, and my heart began to pound. I wondered if something I'd said had set him off.

Or maybe… he still liked me too much to accept other women. Either way, I didn't want to face it. I said cautiously, “If there's nothing else, I'm going to bed. I hope you sleep well tonight. Good night.”

With that, I tried to close the door, but he suddenly slammed his hand against it. I froze for a second, then resisted with all my might, but he still pushed his way into my room.

With a bang, he slammed the door shut behind him.

“You…” I had barely gotten a word out before he strode over, his long, slender fingers cupping the back of my neck as he bent down and kissed me, grinding his lips against mine before deepening the kiss.

The faint scent of alcohol washed over me. My mind went blank, and my scalp tingled. In that instant, it felt like countless ambiguous memories with Steven—or perhaps scenes from my dreams—flashed through my mind, a powerful stimulus that made my heart feel like it would leap out of my chest.

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