I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 788

I instinctively grabbed Steven's hand and held it up to the light. A gash, about an inch long, came into view, the dried blood around it a testament to the danger just moments before.

"You're hurt?"

Steven seemed to only just notice, his brow furrowed as he asked me back, "Why are your hands so cold?"

It was then I realized that in my rush to check on the situation downstairs, I had only thrown on a thin jacket.

A gust of night wind made me shiver, and I cursed Steven under my breath for his jinxing words.

Seeing this, he didn't hesitate, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and saying firmly, "I'll take you back to your room!"

The moment we were inside, I snapped back to reality and demanded, "Who said you could follow me up here?"

Steven looked innocent. "You didn't say no, so I assumed you wanted me to come up."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Why didn't you assume I wanted you to get lost?"

He blinked, looking at me innocently, and held up his injured hand. "My hand is hurt!"

I sighed in resignation, my gaze falling back to his wound. Under the light, his hand looked exceptionally pale, making the gash seem even more alarming.

Whatever. He was already inside. I might as well do a good deed.

I pulled a first-aid kit from the cabinet. Ryan had prepared it for my baby—it was a soft pink color, adorned with cute cartoon stickers.

I took out some rubbing alcohol and poured it directly onto his wound without hesitation.

I expected him to wince in pain, but his expression remained unchanged. Only his deep eyes stayed fixed on me, as if trying to see right through me.

I deliberately jabbed at the wound with a cotton swab, and he finally let out a muffled grunt. "That hurts!"

I shot him a glare. "If you know it hurts, don't do something so stupid next time!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Steven's eyes. "But I wanted to see you!"

Steven's voice was gentle, and it made my heart tremble. I nearly dropped the cotton swab.

From the time I had amnesia until my memories returned, he had become increasingly skilled at sweet talk, making me blush unexpectedly every time.

I took a deep, subtle breath to calm myself. "But I don't want to see you!"

His eyes darkened. "You clearly care about me. Why won't you accept me?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Steven, don't flatter yourself. The only reason I didn't let Uncle Julian have you arrested was for the sake of his company. Do you really think I still have feelings for you? I do, but it's hatred!"

His face fell. His throat moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

I was so tired I started yawning. Suddenly, he swept me up into his arms. I gasped in shock, instinctively clinging to his shoulders. "Steven, what are you doing?"

His eyes crinkled. "Carrying you to bed. Aren't you tired?"

My eyes widened. "Are you crazy? It's two steps away. Put me down now."

But he held me tighter. "Don't move. I've missed you. It's been so long since I've held you like this. Let me hold you for a bit..."

As he spoke, he suddenly kissed my earlobe. A shiver ran through me, a tingling sensation spreading through my entire body.

The unexpected kiss brought back memories of the nights we spent together when I had amnesia. Back then, I was the one who couldn't stop kissing him.

The thought made my face burn...