I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 125

Verna’s long hair was loose, and she was enveloped in Steven’s large coat, which made her look even more fragile and petite. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, and she clutched a white handbag, biting her lip as she looked at me.

Steven had brought Verna back to the hotel.

I was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered. “Come in.”

Steven gave me an unreadable glance, his lips pressed into a thin line, but said nothing as he led Verna into the suite. Only then did I notice a small, sharp-featured young woman following them. Her clothes were disheveled, her hands were scraped, and she shot me a cold look before brushing past me into the room.

I frowned slightly but didn’t dwell on it. As I stepped inside, I heard Gordon’s shocked voice. “Mr. Lancaster, what happened?”

Steven’s handsome face remained impassive. “They were mugged. Go buy them some new clothes.”

“Right away, Mr. Lancaster,” Gordon replied, quickly heading out.

Steven started searching for medical supplies, his long fingers sifting through a first-aid kit. He examined each item carefully, reading the labels, clearly unfamiliar with them. Verna and the young woman sat on the sofa, clutching each other’s hands, looking shaken.

I stood off to the side, rubbing my nose. It seemed they had been through something terrifying. I probably should have asked Verna if she was okay, especially since she was still technically Jacob’s girlfriend.

I walked over to Steven and quickly found what was needed from the jumble of supplies—antiseptic ointment and bandages. “This should do it.”

He glanced down at me, his dark eyes intense. The line of his jaw was tight, and his lips, I noticed, were a little pale. He looked even worse than he had when we’d gotten off the plane.

I said nothing and turned to Verna. “Where are you hurt? Let me help you with that.”

Verna had a pure, innocent beauty, and with her hair down, she looked like a delicate flower. She stared at me, biting her lip even harder. “No, that’s alright. I can do it myself. Thank you.”

For some reason, her tone was distant, much more so than the last time we’d met. I didn’t push it. As I was about to hand her the supplies, the young woman beside her snatched them from my hand.

Steven gave a slight nod, his voice cool. “You two rest. I have some business to attend to.”

They both nodded. “Okay.”

Steven picked up a key card, his long fingers wrapping around it. Before leaving, he glanced at me again, his dark eyes heavy, his tone surprisingly stiff. “Zephyra, take care of them.”

I gave him another surprised look. Just a short while ago, he was worried I would hurt Verna, and now he was asking me to look after her? He was a strange man.

“Okay,” I said.

Only then did Steven turn and stride out of the room. Suddenly, the three of us were left alone, and the atmosphere turned awkward.