Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 459

When I left the basement, my lower back felt stiff... Glancing back at Steven, he quickly averted his gaze with a tinge of guilt. He then explained softly, "Stephie, the mattress isn't good. I'll talk to Joel about getting it replaced."

"Why don't I just get you replaced?" I said through gritted teeth.

Steven grabbed my hand and rejected the idea. "No. We're married now. I can't be returned or replaced."

I lowered my head and observed Steven's hand, but I chose not to pull away. Instead, I allowed him to hold my hand as we walked out together.

Although it was raining outside, we were completely unaware of it in the basement. I found solace in the total seclusion, which provided a sense of security. It was unlike anything I had experienced before.

Being completely isolated from the outside world was strangely comforting. I had no way of knowing whether it was day or night, or even if it was raining or sunny.

Michael saw me coming out and anxiously ran over to me. "Stephie! Are you okay?"

"Are you expecting me to not be okay?" I stood in the rain while Steven shielded me with an umbrella. Michael was drenched in the rain, and a tinge of sadness flickered in his eyes. "I apologize to you on behalf of Yasmin..."

behalf of Yasmin? What right

her properly, and as a result,

umbrella above me. Whenever Steven held an umbrella for me, it

he never once offered to hold an umbrella for me. Not only did he fail to do so, but he went as far as tearing my

punish me by exploiting this fear. It was his way of seeking revenge for something I had done as

the car, Yasmin lowered the window, her face already wet from the rain. She looked at me with a vicious gaze, her pale face seemingly filled with

on me that she would have to depend on Michael's so-called "

you might get sick if you stay out in the rain," Yasmin warned, her voice hoarse with concern as she urged Michael to get in the car. However,

her love. She feared that falling ill would worsen her HIV infection, so she refused to leave the car. Although she was

a young teenage girl was sitting in the passenger seat. Her face was pallid and devoid of color, and her hair was damp. She

into fists. "Every time I'm on the verge of a

sabotage it. Peter offered to share everything

that he was

was not dead yet, the chances of him waking up were very slim, which was essentially the same as

looking