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.

fuming with anger as I helped him

heard him say, “Stephie, I don’t

to kill

you’re so intimidating. Look what you’ve done!

speechless for a moment.

Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

and pinching his ear as punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually, he reluctantly admitted that he was

while sitting on the edge of the bed.

at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted

around us like

at the sight of him. He had forgotten that Michael was staying in the ward right next door. They both had physical injuries, after all.

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

to stop him from whining, so I reluctantly got up from my seat and approached

moment. He

ulterior motives

door. His gaze darkened

gaze turned weightier and darker. It was obvious

with his eyes.

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

out my name.

a frown. “Mr. Ford, you’ve recovered rather quickly. How are you

of bed.