I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 122

Steven didn’t have any photos of me. We only had one wedding photo, taken at Mr. Lancaster Sr.’s insistence, and it was still hanging in my room. We hadn’t made any extra copies, so where would Steven have gotten a picture of me?

Gordon’s eyes darted around as he tried to remember. “I don’t think it was a wedding photo. It was a picture of you in a school uniform.”

My lips twitched. I went back to my game. “Gordon, if you’re going to lie, at least make it logical. The last time I wore a school uniform was at least five years ago. I only met Mr. Lancaster last year.”

“You must have seen wrong,” I added. “The person he was looking at wasn’t me.”

Verna was a student Steven had sponsored; he would definitely have photos of her from her school days. If Steven was staring intently at a woman in a school uniform, there was a ninety-percent chance it was Verna.

Gordon frowned in confusion. “Really? I was a bit far away, but I was pretty sure I saw it correctly…” Then, his expression firmed. “Regardless, Mr. Lancaster definitely likes you. That time you were bullied by the receptionist, it was Mr. Lancaster who personally…”

My head snapped up, my heart suddenly pounding. I zeroed in on the key word. “Personally what?”

Could it be? Was that spiteful, two-faced receptionist caught cheating because someone had orchestrated it behind the scenes? And that someone was Steven? Did that mean he had secretly helped me get revenge? Was he really that kind?

Gordon, however, looked as if he’d said too much. He chuckled nervously. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just trust me on this. When Mr. Lancaster comes back tonight, just pay attention and see if he doesn’t treat you a little differently.”

I studied Gordon’s earnest face and raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. I could believe Gordon, but believe that Steven was good to me, that he *liked* me?

Ha. Not unless he was dead.

Rachel yawned, sidestepping the question. “Hey, you two are in the same country now. You can ask him yourself when you see him. I can’t stay awake any longer. I’m going to bed.”

Rachel had been pulling all-nighters for that proposal, so I didn’t press her. “Okay, get some sleep.”

After hanging up, I hesitated. My trip had a purpose, and I was worried I’d be too busy to visit him. But since he already knew I was here, I sent Horace a message letting him know my location and asking how he was doing.

He didn’t reply, but a moment later, my phone rang. I was in the middle of typing and accidentally hit the answer button. A familiar, furious voice erupted from the speaker.

“Zephyra, you finally answered your phone! I thought you were dead—”