I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 765

I heard him chuckle twice before he suddenly brought my hand to his lips. A soft, tingling sensation spread from my palm.

I froze for a second before yanking my hand back in alarm, the warmth still lingering. "Steven, are you insane? We're divorced! This is harassment!"

Steven's lips curved into a smile as he replied nonchalantly, "Is that so? I thought you touching my eyebrows meant you were into this sort of thing."

Into this, my foot!

This infuriating man must have selective hearing. He completely ignored my explanation.

"Shut up! If you're not going to sleep, then get out!"

At that, Steven looked at me with a wounded expression, his voice as quiet as a mosquito. "But you started it, didn't you?"

My face hardened. "Say one more word and see what happens."

I sat up slightly and shoved his head off my pillow.

I then lay back down on my side, my back turned to him.

No wonder people say shamelessness makes one invincible. Before, when I argued with him, he would always talk back, and I could get him worked up.

But the Steven of now, as long as I didn't mention Horace or any other men, would just agree with everything—"Yes, yes, I was wrong." He'd just put on a cheerful, carefree act.

I really couldn't understand where he learned this shameless attitude. I couldn't even get angry, let alone start a fight.

As I stewed in my frustration, a large hand suddenly rested on my waist.

This damn man, he just couldn't stay still for a second. I was about to push his hand away when a low voice sounded from behind me. "Don't move."

My body went rigid. I knew very well that the "him" he was referring to was our child.

So Steven was blaming himself? Was he crying out of guilt?

My heart felt like it had been pierced by something sharp. I had overlooked one thing all this time: Steven was also grieving the loss of our child. He was heartbroken, too.

In my past life, when our baby was lost, I hated Steven so much. That hatred carried into this life. Every time I thought of our child, I felt it was Steven's fault. If he hadn't gotten involved with Queena, none of this would have happened.

Moreover, Steven had never expressed any sadness about the baby in front of me. After the loss, he just became cold and carried on with his work as usual. I had always believed he didn't care much for the child.

But now, it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

That was his child too. He had once joyfully looked forward to the arrival of that new life.