Revenge After Death



After returning to the mountaintop villa, I personally made some chicken soup for Steven.

Both Ashton and Xan ignored me as they were busy playing. I ignored them as well, knowing that they couldn't do anything much with their current abilities.

I got up to the attic and raised my brows when I looked at the keypad lock. Evidently, the two of them had sneaked up and tried to crack the code while I was away.

Unfortunately, they still couldn't crack the password to the second door.

"Stephie." Steven instinctively loosened the chain around his neck when he saw me coming up. He had clearly locked himself in upon hearing the outside commotion.

I could handle the two rascals outside, yet a single chain couldn't keep Steven contained.

I knew I couldn't truly keep him contained unless he was willing to stay.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

In reality, I was also taking a gamble.

"Is your neck hurting?" I deliberately asked with raised brows.

Steven lowered his head, looking diffident as he hummed a reply.

"I'll remove it for you." I walked over, unlocked the keypad lock behind his neck, and removed the chain. Steven stopped my hands with his own. He softly said, "Just keep me locked, Stephie."

I fell into silence for a bit before handing him the chicken noodle soup. 'Have some food. I made it myself."

Steven was uninterested at first but lit up upon hearing that I made it myself. He took a mouthful, looking somewhat conflicted.

I sheepishly asked, "Does it taste bad?"

Could chicken noodle soup even taste bad?

"Did you forget to put some salt, Stephie?" Steven softly asked.

I hesitated for a moment, realizing that I had indeed forgotten some seasoning. "Just eat it like this. It's nutritious and good for wound healing."

I felt like such a big fraud.

Steven hummed a reply before obediently finishing the entire bowl of chicken noodle soup.

I sat by the bed, feeling good just by watching him. Seeing him always made me feel better.

"I'm going to meet Sarah tomorrow," I said softly.

Steven halted his actions and looked up at me. 'Be careful.'

I replied, "She won't pose any danger acting as a mentally ill person. However, she might be interested in my identity as Stephanie."

I figured that Sarah would be even more desperate than Daisy to find out about the authenticity of the reincarnation project.

The reason she had quietly allowed Daisy's reincarnation project was probably because she craved immortality herself.

"Has Eason met up with Joel yet?" Steven asked.

I shook my head and replied, "Not yet. I want to meet Joel too, so there's no rush in that.'

Steven held my hand before looking down sadly at his empty leg under the blanket. "I should be the one doing all this. If only I hadn't gotten injured.*

"I should just keep you locked up, then." I frowned. He was saying such words again.

I continued, "A relationship between spouses or lovers should be mutual and reciprocated, Steven. It's not a one-sided effort."

I found him rather foolish when it came to relationships. What a lovestruck fool he was