"Stephie, this shower gel is nice. It lathers up really well." Steve remarked as he squeezed some onto the bath puff and started rubbing it in.

I was in the bathtub, one foot propped up outside, feeling embarrassed. "Can you please leave? My foot hurts, not my hands."

Ignoring my request, Steven began lathering foam onto my leg.

Blushing furiously, I covered my face, feeling like I was being treated like his favorite toy. "Steven, seriously, get out."

But Steven paid no attention, continuing to apply foam all over my body.

"Steven Lincoln!" I warned firmly, feeling the heat rise in my ears.

He stayed silent, leaning against my shoulder and rinsing my back with the showerhead.

"Stephie... Don't listen to them. You're not a fool. You're fine as you are, really... "Steven said softly, trying to comfort me. "They don't know anything. They're the ones who don't understand." "Wasn't the old me good enough?" I asked softly.

There was a brief moment of tension in Steven's body before he shook his head. "No, that's not it- "

"Then what is?" I pressed, looking at him.

He straightened up, avoiding my gaze. "You weren't happy, and I didn't know how to make you happy."

She had studied and imitated all

normal people would smile in a situation, she would smile along; if it was a situation for

society.

either... "I felt like an idiot who couldn't even recall my

best for you." Steven looked at me seriously. "You chose to forget. You made that

feeling unbearable discomfort

to my old self, would Steven

I suddenly remembered something. "Peter

if they had succeeded.

was taken aback, feeling a tightness in

Was she here to see Steven,

she

Steven

saying that you'll agree to see her once

reassuring glance

the surge of uneasiness in my

shower, I stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around myself

to see what Yasmin had passed to Steven - it was a piece of paper

didn't understand its

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