I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 139

Steven’s handsome face darkened, his eyes flashing with a warning. “Zephyra!”

“Shut up!” I snapped back. “You wanted me to take care of you. That’s what this has all been about. Now that I’m doing it, you’re giving me this attitude. I thought you’d be satisfied with a little bit of drama, but you’re serious. I don’t understand you. It’s like you have multiple personalities. Nothing makes you happy. I’m done. Someone else can deal with you.”

Ignoring the furious look on his face, I turned to a petrified Gordon. “Gordon, you can have this porridge.”

“Mrs. Lancaster,” he stammered, his face a picture of terror, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Either you eat it, or you throw it away. But I will not let a single grain of it touch Steven’s lips.”

With that, I stormed out, took the rest of the porridge, and went to my own room. As I ate, my stomach was satisfied, but I was still fuming. What was wrong with him? If he didn’t want me to take care of him, why did he use his recovery as leverage? And now that I was doing what he wanted, he was still unhappy. Was it that the more eager I was for him to get better, the angrier he got?

The more I thought about it, the more irritated I became. There was a knock at the door. I opened it, my temper still simmering, to find Gordon standing there, beaming.

“Gordon?”

My finger tapped rhythmically on the dark screen of my phone, my expression growing thoughtful.

***

With Steven sick, the business deal was postponed. I spent the next day lounging in my room. Rachel was busy, Uncle Julian wasn’t online, and I didn’t want to bother Horace, who was likely busy with his treatment and his potential singing career. Bored out of my mind, I decided to go out the next day. Gordon, worried I would get robbed, insisted on accompanying me, acting as my tour guide and carrying my shopping bags, which were filled with local snacks that I could take back for Uncle Julian and Rachel. It was all I could afford.

On the way back to the hotel, Gordon and I were laughing and talking. I was discovering that he wasn't as stiff and serious as I had thought. He was a foodie who couldn't cook and spent his weekends exploring restaurants. He knew all the best places to eat in the city. Now that he knew I could cook, he was practically begging to be my neighbor.