I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 119

I froze, then it hit me—he didn’t know the man in my diary was him.

The humiliation lessened slightly. I jerked his hand away and stood up straight, a cold smile on my face.

“I’ll kiss whoever I want. I don’t ask you about your business with Verna, so you can stay out of mine.”

He paused when I pushed his hand away, then let out a cold laugh.

“So, what you’re saying is, I can have women on the side, and you can have other men on your mind? You can even put a nice, big green hat on my head?”

That wasn’t what I meant, but then again, what if it was? We were getting a divorce anyway.

“Stop wasting my time. Go get changed. If we miss the flight, it’s on you.”

Steven’s handsome face was a mask of fury. He leaned in close, his eyes dark.

“Zephyra, I’m warning you. Don’t push me.”

At the time, I didn’t understand the full meaning of his words.

I just treated him like he was already dead to me, scoffed, and tossed my brown curls over my shoulder before striding out of the room on my high heels.

Steven didn’t follow. I went downstairs to find Nora cleaning the kitchen and Gordon, his assistant, waiting for me. He greeted me respectfully.

“Mrs. Lancaster.”

I waved a hand dismissively as I sank into the plush sofa. “After this trip, I probably won’t be Mrs. Lancaster anymore. You can call me Zephyra.”

Gordon’s mouth twitched. His gold-rimmed glasses gave him a refined, steady look.

“Please don’t joke, ma’am. You’re at least ten years younger than I am.”

I was surprised. “Really? That much of an age gap?”

But then I thought about it. Steven was also much older than me. I was twenty-three, and he was twenty-nine. Gordon had been with him for years, so it made sense that he would be ten years older than me.

No wonder Steven and I had nothing to talk about. There were two generation gaps between us. That old man preying on a younger woman, and then complaining she was too much trouble. What a jerk.

My brow furrowed. We were on a business trip together. The last thing I needed was to have to take care of a sick burden.

“Steven, are you not feeling well?”

Gordon also looked at him in the rearview mirror. “Mr. Lancaster, is it another headache? There’s medicine in the car. Would you like some?”

Before Steven could answer, I asked, surprised, “Another one? Do you get headaches often?”

In my past life, I had taken care of him for years. I knew his health problems better than he did. He had a sensitive stomach, but nothing was ever wrong with his head.

Steven kept his eyes closed, silent. Gordon explained, “Yes, ma’am. I don’t know what’s been going on lately, but Mr. Lancaster has been having frequent headaches and nightmares. He hasn’t been sleeping well. Perhaps you could give him a massage?”

My mouth fell open. I suddenly remembered the time he picked me up from my father’s house. He had dozed off in the car and had a nightmare then too.

“Steven,” I said, genuinely concerned, “I’ve heard that frequent headaches and nightmares can be a symptom of a brain tumor. Maybe you should get it checked out.”

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