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.

with anger as I helped him with his pants..

I heard him say, “Stephie, I don’t need to pee

really wanted to kill him now.

what you’ve done! I’m swelling

was rendered speechless

Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

ear as punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually,

feed him soup while sitting on the edge of the

he was thinking at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted an unexpected visitor in

was hanging around us like a vengeful

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

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

from whining, so I reluctantly got up from my

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

knew he had ulterior motives

the door. His gaze darkened as he glared

darker. It was obvious that he

with his eyes.

I quickly straightened up and turned

Michael called out my name.

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

bed. So why couldn’t Steven, who