Revenge After Death

Chapter 229

Steven looked at me innocently as he said, “Stephie… my hand hurts.”

He had cleverly had the nurse stick the IV drip needle into his less–injured hand, then told me that his hand hurt.

This meant that I would have to wait on him. I even had to help him undo his pants when

he went to the bathroom.

Suddenly, I understood what Michael meant when he commented on Steven’s exceptional acting skills.

Steven’s eyes turned red–rimmed as he said, “Stephie… you’re my wife.”

“Stop it!” I exclaimed, trying to harden my resolve. He had only gotten injured because he saved me, after all. The doctor wouldn’t let him get out of bed, so I had no choice but to

take care of him.

I grabbed the overnight toiletries the nurse had brought for me. With a blush on my face, I pulled the privacy curtain closed and reached out. “Do it yourself,” I said.

“But my hand hurts…”

I gritted my teeth at that. “Steven Lincoln, don’t push things too far.”

Steven merely looked up at me innocently.

as I helped

him say, “Stephie, I don’t need to pee

really wanted to

intimidating. Look what you’ve done! I’m swelling up from fear now.”

was rendered speechless

I exclaimed.

ear as punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually, he reluctantly

feed him soup while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Here, have more. It’ll help you

idea what he was thinking at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted an

was Michael. He was hanging around us like

sight of him. He had forgotten that Michael was staying in the

me his wound. “Look, Stephie. It took seven stitches to close

wanted to stop him from whining, so I reluctantly got up

anymore at this moment. He went ahead and pressed my head against

motives right

His gaze darkened as he glared

It was obvious that

with his eyes.

turned to see Michael. He was sporting bruises all

Michael called out

rather quickly. How are you already able to walk

injuries, yet he was still already out of bed. So why couldn’t Steven, who