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

say, “Stephie, I don’t need

really wanted to kill him

intimidating. Look what you’ve done! I’m

was rendered speechless for a

Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

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

while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Here, have more. It’ll help you recover

at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted an unexpected

Michael. He was hanging around us like a vengeful spirit.

Michael was staying in the ward right next door. They both had physical injuries, after

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

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

moment. He went ahead and

knew he had ulterior motives right

stiffened at the door. His gaze darkened as

gaze turned weightier and darker. It was obvious that he was challenging

with his eyes.

straightened up and turned to see Michael. He was sporting bruises all over his

called out

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

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