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.

I helped him with

I don’t need to

to kill him

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

rendered speechless

Lincoln!” I

punishment for ten minutes straight.

sitting on the edge of the bed. “Here, have

he was thinking at that moment.

hanging around

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

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

stop him from whining, so I reluctantly

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

knew he had ulterior motives right from the start.

door. His gaze darkened as he

darker. It was obvious that

with his eyes.

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

out

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

of bed. So