I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 89

I jolted awake, my first thought being that he was about to break my hand. The pain was intense. “Steven!”

I was about to slap him awake with my free hand when his eyes shot open. His forehead was slick with sweat, and his gaze was fixed on me. For the first time, I saw a flicker of genuine fear on his perpetually stoic face.

The angry words died in my throat. “Are you okay?” I asked, surprised.

He stared at me, a moment of disorientation flashing in his eyes before he let go of my hand and pressed his own against his chest. I saw his handsome features twist in pain. “Is it your heart?”

In my past life, I’d never heard of him having a heart condition.

As I was thinking, he suddenly grabbed my wrist again, his expression growing more pained.

A wave of panic hit me. “Steven, hang in there! Don’t you dare die on me!”

Logically, he shouldn’t die, at least not in this year, but so many things had already changed that I couldn’t be sure. We weren’t divorced yet, and I hadn’t gotten my million-dollar settlement. He couldn’t die now. “Larry, turn around! We’re going to the hospital!” I yelled, slapping the back of the driver’s seat.

Steven tightened his grip on my hand, his voice hoarse. “No. We’re going to the estate.”

“You’re in this state and you’re still trying to act tough? We’re going to the hospital!”

“To the estate.”

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