I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 152

But then Steven grabbed my arm again, his voice a low warning.

“Stay away from him when you get back. Don’t let him get hurt because of you.”

The hypocritical bastard. He could get tangled up with Verna, but I couldn’t even be near Horace.

“Don’t threaten me. I don’t scare easily,” I sneered, shaking him off and walking over to Horace. “Horace, let’s go get these tests done.”

Out of my line of sight, Horace shot Steven a cold, hard look, a strange and dangerous light in his eyes.

The tests weren’t extensive; the main concern was my wrist, since my hands were my livelihood. Horace fussed over me the entire time, refusing to even sit and wait while I went to get the results. He just tapped me on the head and chided me.

“Still trying to act tough? You’re the clumsiest person I know. Every time I’m not around, you get seriously hurt. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Of course not. Next time, I’ll be… No, there won’t be a next time. I promise to be healthy and use my brain. I won’t get hurt again, and I won’t make you worry, okay?”

Horace’s expression softened slightly.

“That’s more like it. You really scared me this time.”

A warmth spread through my chest.

How could I not see it? He had rushed here, dropping everything to get to me as fast as he could. His leg was still injured, yet he was so worried about me. How could I not be moved?

How did I get so lucky, to have two friends in my life who would risk everything for me?

“Horace, thank you, really. I…”

Before I could finish, his warm palm covered my mouth.

We were sitting side by side, so close I could see the flecks of gold in his eyes. He held my gaze for a moment before slowly lowering his hand, only to tap me on the head again, his expression a mixture of exasperation and affection.

“If you say thank you again, I’ll knock some sense into you. When your husband does something for you, it’s expected. But when I do, you have to be so formal?”

Of course not. It was just guilt. I owed Horace a debt I could never repay.

All that was left was to wait for Steven to return so we could get divorced.

Horace had finished his business abroad as well, so he decided to travel with me. After over a year in the country, he was fluent enough to handle everything, which was a huge help.

Just before takeoff, I forced myself to stay awake long enough to send Steven a quick message. Then I turned off my phone and closed my eyes.

Horace sat beside me, his voice a low, gentle rumble.

“Zephyra, I’ve been having this dream lately.”

A dream? What a coincidence. Steven had been having them, too.

I raised an eyebrow, too tired to open my eyes. “You’re having strange dreams, too?”

“This one is… different,” Horace continued, his voice slow and deliberate. “So much happens, so many people. You and I are in it. I even dreamed that you chose Steven over everyone—over Rachel, over me…”

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