I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 727

Watching his retreating figure, my hands clenched into fists. I wasn't afraid of Steven when he was angry with me; I was afraid of him when he was kind.

The gentler he was, the more I panicked.

During the time I had amnesia, my body instinctively wanted to be near him. It was a genuine feeling I couldn't even lie to myself about.

But I never dared to explore that emotion. I constantly warned myself to stay away. Even if I couldn't physically distance myself, my heart had to remain unmoved.

Steven seemed to sense my avoidance. In the following days, he never left my side, even waiting outside the door when I went to the restroom.

If he wanted to wait on me, fine. I acted nonchalantly. When I was in a bad mood, I'd find fault with him, but he never got angry. He'd just let me scold him, looking for all the world like a henpecked husband.

He deserved it. It was time he got a taste of the suffering I endured in my past life.

One day, after a nurse checked my blood pressure, she told me I could be discharged.

"You've recovered very well, and the baby is healthy. Just remember to come for regular check-ups and get plenty of rest at home."

After the nurse left, I picked up the phone Steven had put in the nightstand and called Julian.

The phone had barely started ringing when Steven, who had just returned with food, snatched it from my hand. His face darkened, a flash of hurt in his eyes.

"So that's why you rushed me to get food. You were planning to leave secretly."

I shot him an irritated glare. "You're overthinking it. I was just hungry."

I don't know if it was because of the pregnancy, but I got hungry easily. I felt like I needed five meals a day to feel satisfied.

Steven glanced at the phone screen, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Why are you calling Uncle Julian?"

I looked at him. "To pick me up from the hospital, of course!"

For me, the Lopez family was my only home now. Considering the baby, it would be safer and more reassuring to live with them.

"Discharged?" Steven's voice turned stern. "No. You need to rest more."

"The doctor said I'm fine. If you want to stay, you can stay by yourself!"

I turned to start packing my clothes. Recalling the nurse's slightly hurried look earlier, I didn't have the nerve to overstay my welcome at the hospital.

Steven blocked my way, gripping my clothes tightly, refusing to budge.

"You can be discharged, but you're not going back to the Lopez family. You have to stay with me."

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