I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 709

I said seriously, “If you insist, you can pay child support. I don't care how much.”

He choked on his words, his handsome face darkening as he gritted his teeth. “You know what I'm talking about.”

But when he met my clear, cold gaze, he faltered. He pressed his lips together. “Since you're willing to keep our child, you must not hate me as much as you used to. We've been through so much, before and after your amnesia. Why can't you keep me too?”

“A child needs a father, don't they?”

Seeing his crestfallen expression, my mind drifted back to the time I had amnesia—to his affection, his favoritism, and his reckless protection of me.

To be honest, no one could easily walk away from that kind of warmth.

But the tragic experiences in my dreams served as a constant warning.

It wasn't just our past life; Steven and I had been through four lifetimes together, and every single one had ended in tragedy.

Verna called me the villain of the story, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was right.

My mind was a mess. I had just woken up, and too many shocking revelations were hitting me at once. I needed time to sort through it all. I closed my eyes tightly.

“I can let you see the child once a week.”

He didn't even hesitate. “Not enough. I want to live with you.”

My eyes snapped open, and I glared at him. “Don't push your luck.”

Steven frowned. “Pushing my luck would be sleeping with you every night. I'm being restrained enough as it is.”

I was speechless.

Because he probably meant it.

He genuinely felt like he was making a sacrifice.

He added, “From pregnancy to childbirth to raising the baby, you'll need someone to take care of you. Now that your memory is back, you should know I'm very experienced in taking care of pregnant women.”

That shut me up.

In my past life, he had indeed taken care of me personally during my pregnancy. It was just a tragic shame that we lost our child.

I couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore, so I just pulled the blanket up and fell silent.

Seeing me concede, a smile finally appeared on Steven's handsome face.

His heart, which had been on a roller coaster, finally settled back into place.

“Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you.”

I kept my eyes closed and didn't answer.

He didn't speak again, but I could hear him tidying up nearby, his movements quiet. He stayed by my side.

“Steven, I can allow you to stay with me for a while, but I have conditions,” I said, my eyes still closed, my voice heavy.

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