I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 90

Understanding the pain of that final separation, I surprised myself by offering him a moment of peace instead of a sarcastic remark. “You said it yourself, it was just a dream. And dreams are often the opposite of reality. The person you dreamed about will live a long, healthy life.”

Steven opened his eyes slightly, then closed them again, his expression still troubled. “Mm,” he murmured, his voice distant.

It was only then that I realized he was still holding my hand. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. Seeing the lingering fear on his face, I sighed. Fine. He helped me today. I could tolerate this a little longer.

I couldn’t show up to his grandfather’s house empty-handed. As the car entered the city, I spotted a shop famous for its roast duck. “Larry, pull over up ahead,” I said quickly. “I need to buy something.”

Steven opened his eyes. “Buy what?”

“That shop up there makes the best roast duck. Your grandfather loves it.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, followed by a faint, wry smile. “You really went to great lengths to win me over.”

My face darkened. “Don’t be so conceited. I’m nice to your grandfather for his sake, not yours.”

In my past life, it was true I had done many foolish things to get Steven’s attention, including trying to win over his family. His mother and brother were on that list. But his grandfather was different. I genuinely cared for him. He was a wonderful man who had always been kind to me. Even if I divorced Steven, I didn’t want to lose him.

Still, a grandson was a grandson. In my past life, his grandfather would always pull me aside to tell me stories about Steven’s childhood, clearly hoping I could convince him to visit more often.

“To minimize the lecture,” he said simply.

I was speechless. He had a point. His grandfather cared a great deal about whether Steven was treating me well. Seeing us holding hands would certainly make him happy.

Steven laced his fingers through mine, the gesture so natural and familiar it felt as if we’d done it a thousand times. It was unnervingly intimate. “Watch what you say around Grandfather. Say what you need to, but keep your mouth shut about things you shouldn’t. If you don’t,” he warned, his voice low, “you’ll regret it.”

“I know, you don’t have to tell me,” I replied with a tight smile.

I wouldn’t say anything about the divorce before it was finalized. But I knew that day was coming soon. Buying the duck had triggered a memory: in two days, Steven was scheduled to go abroad for half a month. According to my research from my past life, that trip marked the beginning of his tumultuous love affair with Verna. He was finally about to realize who his heart truly belonged to.