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..

I heard him say, “Stephie, I

really wanted to

so intimidating. Look what you’ve done!

rendered speechless for a moment.

Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

up lecturing Steven and pinching his ear as punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually, he

to feed him soup while sitting on the edge of the

Steven started. I had no idea what he was thinking at that moment. Suddenly, he

hanging around us like

had forgotten that Michael was staying in the ward right

to show me

reluctantly got up from my seat and approached him slowly.

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

knew he had ulterior motives right

stiffened at the door. His gaze

darker. It was obvious that

with his eyes.

behind me, I quickly straightened up and turned to see Michael. He was sporting bruises all over his face.

out

regarded him with a frown. “Mr. Ford, you’ve recovered rather

he was still already out of bed. So why couldn’t Steven, who only had external wounds, do the