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..

heard him say, “Stephie, I don’t need

to

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

speechless

Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

Steven and pinching his ear as punishment for ten minutes

soup while sitting on the edge of

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

hanging around us like a vengeful

Michael was staying in the

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

reluctantly got up from my seat and approached him slowly.

moment. He went ahead and pressed

ulterior motives right from the start.

at the door. His gaze darkened as

turned weightier and darker. It was obvious that he was

with his eyes.

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

called out

rather quickly. How

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