Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 369

"Stephie, this shower gel is nice. It lathers up really well." Steve remarked as he squeezed some onto the bath puff and started rubbing it in.

I was in the bathtub, one foot propped up outside, feeling embarrassed. "Can you please leave? My foot hurts, not my hands."

Ignoring my request, Steven began lathering foam onto my leg.

Blushing furiously, I covered my face, feeling like I was being treated like his favorite toy. "Steven, seriously, get out."

But Steven paid no attention, continuing to apply foam all over my body.

"Steven Lincoln!" I warned firmly, feeling the heat rise in my ears.

He stayed silent, leaning against my shoulder and rinsing my back with the showerhead.

"Stephie… Don't listen to them. You're not a fool. You're fine as you are, really… " Steven said softly, trying to comfort me. "They don't know anything. They're the ones who don't understand."

"Wasn't the old me good enough?" I asked softly.

There was a brief moment of tension in Steven's body before he shook his head. "No, that's not it— "

"Then what is?" I pressed, looking at him.

He straightened up, avoiding my gaze. "You weren't happy, and I didn't know how to make you happy."

Stephanie's original state lacked basic emotions. She had studied and imitated all feelings and sensations by herself.

When she recognized that normal people would smile in a situation, she would smile along; if it was a situation for tears, she would react accordingly.

She felt like a misfit, out of sync with society. Agony, sadness, or even joy were all beyond her comprehension.

"But now, I'm not happy either… " I felt like an idiot who couldn't even recall my own memories.

"Stephie… Forgetting is best for you." Steven looked at me seriously. "You chose to forget. You made that choice."

I fell silent, feeling unbearable discomfort overwhelming me.

If I were to revert to my old self, would Steven still love me?

"By the way," I suddenly remembered something. "Peter and Aunty Lois— "