I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 802

I wondered how Horace was doing now. I'd have to call and ask after I got back.

I kept my expression cold, making it clear I didn't want to talk to anyone.

When the elevator arrived, Steven followed me in, while Gordon and Tess tacitly stayed behind.

I was about to call for them to get in, but Steven had already pressed the 'close door' button.

Horace's room was on the thirtieth floor, so the ride down wouldn't be short. I deliberately moved to a corner, not wanting to even look at Steven.

But Steven either didn't notice my cold shoulder or was pretending not to. He followed me wherever I moved.

"Will you ever stop? Can you just stay away from me!"

A cold light glinted in Steven's eyes. "Zephyra, can't you be fair? We both fought, so why are you only angry at me?"

I stared at him coldly. "Steven, search your conscience. Do you call that a fight? That was a one-sided beating! Horace has been through enough. Can't you just leave him alone?"

"What about me?" Steven advanced on me, step by step. I backed into the corner, pushing against his chest to keep my distance.

His face was grim. "Am I not suffering? My own wife is always siding with another man. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? Zephyra, I'm a human being, with normal human feelings!"

As he spoke, his eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Do I actually have to be killed by Horace before you'll stop hating me, or maybe say a single word in my defense?"

"..."

It was true my attitude toward him and Horace was different. In my eyes, Horace was the weaker one. Besides, Horace didn't constantly do things that annoyed me like Steven did.

I flinched slightly. For a moment, I felt like I'd gone too far.

But then I reconsidered. Steven was the one in the wrong here. It was perfectly normal for me to be angry. Why should I feel guilty?

The elevator stopped, and a crowd of people pushed in. Steven's tall frame shielded me in the corner, his arms creating a solid barrier between me and the others.

He leaned down slightly, his woody scent filling the air around me.

I frowned slightly, catching a faint metallic smell mixed in. Following the scent, I saw that the white gauze on Steven's hand was now stained red with blood.

I suddenly remembered his hand was injured. The wound must have reopened, causing it to bleed again.

My brow furrowed. Just looking at it made me hurt. But Steven seemed to feel nothing, his eyes fixed on me without blinking.