Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281 

I was woken up by Stevie’s barking early the next morning. I haven’t been sleeping well for the past nights. 

I stretched myself. I was tempted to kick Steven, who was latched onto me like an octopus, down from the bed. I could only stop myself from doing that as he was injured. 

I got mad upon recalling what happened last night. My cheeks were burning hot as well. 

Steven never bothered hiding his flirtatiousness and horniness. Just like now, not only he refused to get up, he continued to act shamelessly on top of me. 

“I’m sleepy, Stephie- Steven mumbled as he tightened his arms that were wrapped from behind me. He was restless from head to toe. 

“Today’s your Grandpa’s funeral, Steven,” I said as I reached over to knock on his head. 

Steven hummed and replied reluctantly, “He’s not my Grandpa- 

I knew that he had a grudge on Ignatius, but he had to show up out of respect. 

I wanted to get up, but I was suddenly pulled over and trapped on the bed by Steven. He suddenly flipped over and pressed down against me. 

His fiery gaze made my heart beat faster and I asked, “What are you doing?” 

Steven looked at me before leaning down to kiss my forehead. 

I said, “Be good.” 

Steven groaned softly and went to get a shower unhappily. He even eyed my belly, probably blaming the 

baby. He could’ve devoured me now if I weren’t pregnant. 

I let out a relieved sigh before getting up. I then tiptoed into the bathroom to wash up. 

Steven was taking a cold shower, and the as no fog in the bathroom. Only a hint of breeze could be 

felt. 

He had his back to me, and the burns on his back resembled the spread branches of a Devil’s tree. It 

looked frightening to the eye. 

I subconsciously reached out to touch the wounds on Steven’s back. He stiffened slightly and his legs 

moved away a little, perhaps wanting to hide away. 

“Are you afraid?” he asked hoarsely. 

“It’s not my first time seeing it,” said with a shake of head. “Did it hurt?” 

He knew that I wasn’t asking about now, but the past. Did it hurt back then? 

Steven shook his head without turning back. How could it be possible that it did not hurt? 

I asked, “How did you get this injury here?” 

Chapte 281 

Steven turned off the shower, afraid that the cold water might splash onto me. 

My fingers slid down from his sturdy walst–there was a 1.5 Inches long scar on the right side of hist abdomen, I could tell that it was a stab wound. 

Steven remained silent and grabbed my fingers. He then took in a deep breath and asked, “Are you punishing me now, Stephie?” 

I was stunned and replied, “I’m not.” 

He said, “Why are you riling me up then-” 

I was apparently stirring up Steven’s desires and yet I refused to take responsibility for it. He was just suppressing his desires with the cold shower earlier. 

“Are you in a rut?” I asked while gritting my teeth. 

He nodded seriously and said, “I’m only like this when I see you.” 

I was speechless. He was so good at flirting. As expected of a genius, he didn’t even need someone to 

teach him. 

I avoided his fiery gaze and washed up before leaving in a hurry. 

Steven took his time in the bathroom and only came out after half an hour. One of Martin’s men was fuming as he waited. 

“What’s taking the both of you so long?” A scruffy–looking man was grumbling downstairs. 

I frowned and said, ‘Did we ask for you to wait? You can fuck off if you like.” 

The man snorted and said, “Why are you acting high and mighty now?”