Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 

When I came out to call Steven in for a bath, I thought I caught him messing with my phone. 

“Stephie, my hands hurt.” 

Just as I was about to grab my phone, he mentioned that his hand was hurting, 

Indeed, the white bandage was now soaked in blood. 

I rushed to find the first aid kit and changed his bandage. Then, I convinced him to take a bath and blow–dried his hair after. 

Steven was obedient and quietly let me help him. 

Then, he grinned and wrapped me in his embrace. “Stephie, time for bed,” he said. 

However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had some kind of scheme going on. 

But I was also completely worn out. And as I lay in Steven’s arms, drowsiness washed 

over me. 

Steven’s room always carried a faint scent of sandalwood, and it was a scent that was very comforting and conducive for sleeping peacefully, 

Soon, I fell asleep. 

Since Yasmin and Michael were up to something sketchy anyway, I figured that I didn’t 

need to go. 

Besides, I’d also already called the cops, and Zion going would be more helpful than if I 

were to go. 

And if Michael and Yasmin had just planned an elaborate ploy, Zion would be giving them 

a piece of his mind. 

But if they hadn’t planned anything, well, I hoped Zion could catch the murderer: 

That night, I had a dream. 

Michael was standing before me covered in blood. 

He smiled wickedly as he said, “Stephie, I’m here for you.” 

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I stepped back in disgust, but he kept moving closer. 

He said, “Stephie… I’m sorry. How about we all be together–you, me, and the child?” 

I yelled at him, “No, stay away! You’re messing with my reincarnation.” 

Michael then looked at me with reddened eyes. “Stephie, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to love other people, I just want you to love me.” 

I yelled at him, “Get lost!” 

Perhaps due to my intense struggle, it seemed like I kicked something. 

Then, I jolted awake and breathed heavily as sweat beaded on my forehead. 

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and as I slowly turned around, I saw Steven sitting on the floor. 

His furry head was peeking out, and his eyes looked innocent as he stared at me. 

“What…” What did I do to him? 

“Stephie… You kicked me,” Steven said plaintively. Then, he climbed back onto the bed and grabbed my hand. “Rub it. It hurts.” 

Steven was wearing only boxers. Yet, he placed my hand on his groin. 

My face flushed. 

Who was he trying to seduce so early in the morning? 

“It’s swollen,” he said and looked at me pitifully, implying I was the cause of it. 

Sometimes, I really felt like calling the cops. 

Was he just acting dumb to be sneaky, or was he actually this foolish? 

“You…” I warned and pointed at him, refusing to be fooled by his 

Suddenly, Steven bit my finger. 

I was speechless, but I ignored him. 

Then, I reached out for my phone, wanting to check it. 

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