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 with his pants..

“Stephie, I don’t need to

wanted to kill him

intimidating. Look what you’ve done! I’m

rendered speechless for a moment.

Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

pinching his ear as punishment for ten

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

had no idea what he was thinking at that

hanging around us like

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

his shirt to show me his wound. “Look, Stephie. It took seven stitches to close up my

so I reluctantly

some reason, his hand no longer seemed to hurt anymore at this moment. He went ahead and pressed

had ulterior motives

door. His gaze darkened as he glared

darker. It was obvious that he was challenging Michael

with his eyes.

up and turned to see

out my

rather quickly. How are

bed. So