I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 151

A wide grin spread across my face. I turned to see a man hurrying toward me.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt, the top few buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, pale forearms. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on his high-bridged nose, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. He had clearly run all the way here.

“Horace!”

I called out to him, my smile so bright I felt like I could cry with relief. I started toward him, but a firm grip on my arm stopped me.

I shot a glare at Steven. “What are you doing? Let go!”

His handsome face was ashen, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. He ignored me, tightening his grip and pulling me into his arms. He held me fast against him, ignoring my surprised cry and struggles, his gaze fixed on Horace like a predator.

Horace reached us, his handsome face clouded with anger, his usual gentle demeanor gone.

His eyes first landed on me, full of concern. “Zephyra, how’s your face? What did the doctor say? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

I struggled against Steven’s hold, but he had me completely pinned. “I’m fine. I just got slapped. It’s nothing serious. They put some ointment on it, and it doesn’t hurt anymore. I just need a few more tests, and then I can go.”

Horace didn’t look relieved. His brow furrowed. “How did this happen? Who hurt you? Weren’t you here for work?”

Then, as if a thought had just occurred to him, his expression darkened, and he glared at Steven.

“You dared to lay a hand on Zephyra!”

His voice was dangerously cold. If Steven had said yes, Horace would have shed his scholarly persona in an instant and thrown a punch, just like in our past life.

Steven shot him a withering look. “Are you blind or just stupid? She’s my woman. If I’m going to discipline her, it’ll be in the bedroom. Why would I touch her face?”

I… why did he have to phrase it like that?

I didn’t have the energy for their posturing. Steven deserved every bit of criticism he got.

I struggled one last time, my patience wearing thin. “Steven, I’m telling you for the last time, let go. My head is killing me. I just want to get these tests done and go to sleep. If you want to see Verna, then go. I’m not stopping you anymore. Just stop being so goddamn annoying.”

Steven’s handsome face was a thundercloud, his jaw tight.

Perhaps sensing my resolve, he finally released me. He pressed the hotel key card and his bank card into my hand.

“The PIN is the one you always use. Let me know what the hospital report says. Call me when you get back to the hotel. Wait for me there. We need to talk.”

I didn’t hesitate to take them. At this point, I considered the bank card payment for my troubles. It would be foolish not to take it. This was practically a workplace injury.

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