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 say, “Stephie, I don’t need to pee anymore.”

wanted to kill

Look what you’ve done! I’m

was rendered speechless for a moment.

Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

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

on the edge of the bed. “Here, have more. It’ll help

started. I had no idea what he was thinking at

around us like

had forgotten that Michael was staying in the ward right next door. They both had physical

up and pulled up his shirt to show me

reluctantly got up from my seat and approached him

seemed to hurt anymore at this moment. He went

ulterior motives right from the start.

at the door. His gaze darkened as he glared at

was obvious

with his eyes.

me, I quickly straightened up and turned to see Michael. He

out my

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

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