I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 116

Myron looked at me, seeming to want to say more, but in the end, he just sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Alright, have it your way.”

I thought I heard him mutter something about “Steven” and “sooner or later,” but I ignored it.

After Myron left, Jacob returned. I asked him what he wanted to do. He immediately grew anxious. “Zephyra, I want to stay and learn from you. I’ve learned more from you in the last two days than I did in the entire half a month before that. Please don’t make me leave.”

His large, watery eyes were filled with distress, his fair face etched with worry. He looked like a lost puppy about to be abandoned.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I’m not kicking you out. Let’s get back to work.”

A sweet smile spread across Jacob’s face. “Okay, Zephyra.”

After work, I told Uncle Julian and Rachel that I was going abroad to Taros.

Rachel was surprised. “Taros? You might run into Horace then. Isn’t that where he went for his check-up?”

My eyes lit up at the thought, and a smile touched my lips.

“You’re right. Maybe we’ll get lucky and run into each other.”

Horace had a lot of pride. Showing up at the hospital to see him would probably just annoy him. Besides, I had no idea what this business trip entailed or how busy I would be. I’d just have to see how things went.

The next day, after packing, I drove to the villa to pick up Steven. Just as I was about to enter the code, the door opened from the inside. A woman in her forties wearing a uniform came out carrying a trash bag.

Seeing her, I felt a flicker of nostalgia and smiled politely. “Nora.”

Steven and I had always slept in separate rooms. His was to the right of the staircase, mine to the left, with an elevator between us—a clear line drawn in the sand.

I knocked on his door. “Steven,” I called out, “are you awake? It’s time to go to the airport.”

When there was no response, I frowned and pushed the door open. The room was large, spacious, and immaculate. The black, white, and gray color scheme was as monotonous and oppressive as Steven’s personality.

But he wasn’t there. The bed was perfectly made. “That’s strange,” I muttered. “Nora said he was sleeping.”

I checked the bathroom, but it was empty. I pulled out my phone to call him, but the ringtone came from outside the room. Puzzled, I followed the sound down the hall and stopped in front of my own bedroom door.

I stared in shock, my heart pounding. I turned the handle and looked inside, my eyes widening in disbelief.

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