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..."

of Yasmin? What right do

and as a result, she

silent, my gaze fixed on the umbrella above me. Whenever Steven held an umbrella

only did

this fear. It was his way of seeking revenge for something I had done as a child. Delayed affection was worth nothing.

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

back at her with deep pity. It dawned on me that she would have to depend on Michael's so-called " conscience" to live

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

so she refused to leave the car. Although she was concerned about Michael, her primary worry

my clues were cut off." Michael glanced at his car where a young teenage girl was sitting in the passenger seat. Her face

"Every time I'm on the verge of

sabotage it. Peter offered to share everything he

that he

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

know?" I asked, looking at