I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 708

The moment the words left his mouth, I slapped him across the face.

My emotions, however, remained surprisingly level.

“I just called you no saint, and now you're talking about making me lose my memory again. What, are you trying to prove me right?”

“Steven, I hate being manipulated, and I hate being an ignorant fool even more. There are already enough people trying to mess with me. If you dare give me some strange concoction or try any other tricks, I will never forgive you.”

Steven stared at me, his eyes as deep and dark as the night sky.

He pushed his tongue against the inside of his stinging cheek, his resentment palpable.

“And are you letting me off the hook right now?”

I tilted my head up to look at him. “You hurt my family, you hurt Leonard, you hurt my nephew, you manipulated me when I had amnesia, and you probably had the doctor lie to me to keep my memory from returning. After all your scheming, all I want is to draw a line between us. Isn't that being kind enough to you?”

In the past, I would have sought revenge.

I would have made Steven pay dearly for what he did to my family.

But before my amnesia, I'd learned from Verna about his suffering in our past life, and about the billions he lost on those projects I sabotaged. We were more than even.

Not to mention, he helped me so much after I lost my memory, spending money and risking his life to protect me.

As long as he stopped doing stupid things to hurt and anger me, I was willing to go my own way and let him go his.

“‘Draw a line between us.’ Those words alone are hurtful,” Steven said, a bitter laugh escaping him. He gripped my chin, his gaze boring into mine. “Zephyra, you must not have understood what I said before. We are never going to be apart again.”

I was about to speak when his lips crashed down on mine. It was a fierce, punishing kiss, but it was brief. He pulled away as quickly as he'd started, a torrent of frustration in the act.

“I have a drug that can cause amnesia, you know. I couldn't bring myself to give it to you before. Don't force my hand.”

“I already regret so much. I regret not marrying you immediately when you had amnesia, not getting you into my bed every night. It broke my heart seeing you like that, so I lived like a monk, waiting until you were truly willing, until you said yes, before I'd even consider remarrying you.”

“I was hoping that when you got your memory back, you'd remember some of the good things. Instead, all I get is you wanting to ‘draw a line.’”

“Whether I'm a good guy or a bad guy, it makes no difference to you. I don't know what I was holding back for.”

He sounded more and more regretful, as if he'd wasted all that time.

I was speechless.

I knew Steven wasn't lying.

With his temperament and methods, he could have easily threatened an amnesiac, ignorant version of me into remarriage.

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