Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 93

"Stephie..." Steven seemed to be restraining himself as he lowered his head to kiss my neck.

I wanted to avoid it, but there was nowhere to hide.

"We are husband and wife..." It was like he was telling me, reaffirming our relationship, yet also reminding himself.

I felt he was a bit of a lunatic. It's hard to change his thoughts. I could only slowly influence him.

"Let's sleep, you're delirious from the fever..." I tried to coax him to sleep, but he remained indifferent. He held onto my hands and gazed into my eyes.

"Stephie..." he called my name.

"I like you," he confessed.

My heart skipped a beat. Since being reincarnated, my thoughts had always been on the murderer.

I just wanted to find out the murderer and seek revenge on Michael and Yasmin.

Toward Steven, I felt more pity, wariness, and suspicion. I won't fall in love again.

Besides, Steven was confessing to Stephany, not me, Stephanie.

Actually, I envy Stephany. She could make someone so infatuated despite their foolishness.

"Okay, I understand," I murmured softly. "Go to sleep, you're hurting me.

Steven continued to look at me and shook his head. "You don't know..."

"I really do," I said, trying to reassure him.

"When did you start liking me?" I suddenly felt curious.

When did Steven fall for Stephany?

If Steven ever found out that Stephany was dead and I had taken her place, would he go crazy? Would

he want to kill me?

"At eight years old..." Steven answered seriously.

Eight years old? This genius' early romance is quite unique.

"I've liked Stephie for many years." He buried his head in my neck, his voice muffled, shy, as if confessing...

This sensation of his, similar to a warm and obedient creature voluntarily seeking solace, is perilous, yet it strangely brings a sense of comfort. 'Alright, let's sleep," I said with mixed emotions. But he wouldn't sleep, just kept shifting around.

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"I'm pregnant..." I warned him not to overstep.

"Stephie... I'm feeling unwell," he looked up at me with a pitiful expression, his big eyes pleading for

comfort.

Could he truly be switching between dual personalities? That gaze... it's heartbreaking, even though he was fierce in the fight and in the alley.

"You can't, even if you're uncomfortable. It's early pregnancy," I warned him, gesturing for him not. to mess around.

His eyes welled up, looking at me with a wounded expression, refusing to get up from me.

I could guess what he wanted to do.

"Steven!" I gritted my teeth, blushing from his nuzzling. But he didn't listen, tightening his grip on my fingers.

I felt tense all over, and my face flushed.

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze because he was too captivating.

My breath was warm, and my ears were burning.

In my past life, when Michael bullied and tormented me, it was merely to vent his anger.no joy or anticipation in matters between men and women. Having a child with Steven was purely for the sake of a purpose.

I blushed and couldn't look at Steven. I could only feel the warmth of his fingertips.

It seemed like he cared about the child I was carrying, not making any unreasonable demands besides asking for help.

"You... stop it!" I was becoming annoyed.

"Stephie... hot," he hugged me from behind, murmuring that he felt hot.

"You have a fever, go to sleep," I comforted him. Who behaved like this? Like a wild animal in heat during mating season.

But at least he could restrain himself and be patient.

Steven held me and drifted off to sleep heavily. But I had insomnia.