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

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

wanted to kill him now.

you’re so intimidating. Look what you’ve done! I’m swelling up from fear now.”

speechless for

I

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

edge of

he was thinking at that moment. Suddenly, he

was Michael. He was hanging around us

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

and pulled up his shirt to show me his wound. “Look, Stephie. It took

to stop him from whining, so I reluctantly got up from

anymore at this moment.

knew he had ulterior motives right from the start.

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 was

called out my name.

Ford, you’ve recovered rather quickly. How

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