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.

anger as I helped him

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

really wanted to kill him

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

was rendered speechless for a

Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually, he

and started to feed him soup while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Here,

I had no idea what he was thinking at that

around us like a

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

and pulled up his shirt to show me his wound.

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

his hand no longer seemed to hurt anymore at this moment. He went

had ulterior motives

the door. His gaze darkened as he glared at

turned weightier and darker. It was obvious that

with his eyes.

and turned

Michael called out my

frown. “Mr. Ford, you’ve recovered rather quickly. How are you already able to walk

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