Revenge After Death

Chapter 349

Chapter 349

I parked my car a distance away and walked to the demolition zone of Bridgeway Route. Steven remained silent throughout the journey. He was unsure how to stop me, yet also dissatisfied with my decision to meet Carol.

I felt furious with him because he consistently prevented me without providing any explanation. He should have clearly explained the reasons behind his actions. For instance, he could have mentioned that Carol tended to be aggressive and might cause harm to me.

Any valid explanation would have been acceptable to me. However, he chose to remain silent and stubbornly prevented me from proceeding. How could I be happy about it?

"Stephie..." Upon noticing my anger, he promptly bowed his head and meekly trailed behind me at a distance of three meters. Just as I was about to step into the demolition zone, he softly uttered my name.

I glanced back at him. He was tall and attractive, but appeared fragile when wearing an oversized sweater, as if he had been a target of bullying.

I scoffed and ignored him. I couldn't constantly compromise and cater to his every desire.

Seeing that I had ignored him, his eyes were a little red. He sniffed and continued to follow me, not too far away but not too close either.

I intentionally quickened my pace, as if I were flaunting my impatience.

But then I discovered that my husband was keeping something from me and was protecting the person who killed me. It

express my

alley. The alley was in a state of disarray,

had always harbored a deep fear of these individuals, likely because of the terrifying

gorgeous! How much is

"Shall we?"

used offensive language as if all

disregard those individuals and leave swiftly. However, they persisted, using their hands to prevent me from moving. They also said offensive words to

locate Steven. As soon as I turned around, I found myself in his embrace. His strong arm surrounded me, and his soothing voice whispered,

and guided me

think I'm pretentious?" I asked

took my hand and glanced back at me. "Stephie, you asked me before. What does it feel like to be afraid?

talking to me but also to himself. "You mentioned feeling like a monster, lacking emotions, and longing for a normal life. You expressed envy towards those who seem carefree and those women who depend on men. You even shared a willingness to trade your intelligence and

with careful steps. The alley stretched ahead, deep, long, and shrouded in darkness. It emanated a sense

in the past. As he

new life. This