I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 120

“You’re an awful person, but we’re not divorced yet. It would be a shame if you died.”

In my past life, Steven was perfectly healthy. But I had been reborn, and now he was showing strange symptoms. What if there was some karmic twist of fate? What if instead of me getting cancer, it was him?

I couldn’t get a dime from him when he was alive; I certainly wouldn't get anything if he were dead. I was truly worried.

The silent Steven’s eyes snapped open. He looked at me sharply, a cold smile on his lips.

“If that’s the case, don’t you worry. I’ll take you with me. I wouldn’t want you to be a lonely widow. We can be husband and wife in the afterlife too.”

“Are you insane? Murder is illegal.”

“Then I’ll just have to die twice. As long as I get what I want.”

Gordon was trying to stifle his laughter in the front seat. I crossed my arms, fuming.

“I’m trying to be nice, and you just throw it back in my face. You can suffer for all I care.”

You bastard. I hope your head hurts every day. I hope you have nightmares every night. I hope your life is a living hell.

A strange thought seemed to cross Steven’s mind. A cold smirk touched his lips before he closed his eyes again, saying nothing more.

I didn’t say anything either. Soon, we arrived at the airport. Gordon handled our check-in, and on the plane, I found myself seated next to Steven.

I shot Gordon a look of disapproval. He gave me a sheepish smile. “Ma’am, it’s not my place to take care of you. Mr. Lancaster would fire me.”

It was an excuse, and I knew it. But there was nothing I could do. I just leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to sleep.

Hours later, the sweet voice of a flight attendant woke me, asking for my meal choice. Still half-asleep, I mumbled something about noodles. When I opened the container, it was full of cilantro. My face fell.

I truly despise cilantro.

Just then, Steven’s long fingers reached over and took my meal, replacing it with his chicken and rice. His voice was cold and deep.

“Shut up. You’re so noisy.”

I bit my tongue and smiled faintly.

“Fine. Let’s just see how long you can keep up this tough act.”

Just wait. He would go looking for Verna. This trip was when he would unilaterally declare his love for her.

Steven ignored me. He seemed genuinely unwell, too tired to even argue. His lips were pale, and even as he slept, his brow was tightly furrowed.

It happened faster than I expected. The moment we landed, Steven got a call from Verna.

The call lasted only thirty seconds, but in that short time, I saw a side of him I had never seen before—gentle and patient.

“I know. Stay right where you are. Don’t be afraid. I’m coming to get you.”