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 with

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

really wanted to

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

was rendered speechless

I

punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually, he reluctantly admitted that he was in the

to feed him soup while sitting on the edge of the

idea what he was thinking at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted an unexpected visitor in his ward.

Michael. He was hanging around

had forgotten that Michael was staying

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

him from whining, so I reluctantly

no longer seemed to hurt anymore at this moment. He went ahead and pressed my head against his and kissed

had ulterior motives

the door. His gaze darkened

It was obvious that he was

with his eyes.

that someone was behind me, I quickly straightened up and turned to see Michael. He was sporting bruises all over his face.

Michael called out

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

bed. So