I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 93

Steven remained silent. I was enjoying myself immensely, but I feigned sincerity. “Grandfather, Steven has excellent character. He practically lives at the office. He would never cheat. He’s just… a little sensitive about seeking medical help.”

Steven’s handsome face grew stony as he shot me another cold look.

His grandfather slammed his hand on the table. “If a man has a problem, he gets it treated! We live in the modern age! Private clinics have excellent confidentiality agreements. Besides, if you can’t, you can’t. It’s nothing to be ashamed of! You married Zephyra, and you have a responsibility to her. A whole year has passed! How can you not… consummate the marriage? And if you don’t… how are you going to have children?”

Steven’s face was now blacker than the bottom of a pot. “Old man,” he said through gritted teeth, “I’m telling you, there’s nothing wrong with me!”

His grandfather fell silent for a moment, then a new, suspicious thought seemed to occur to him. He eyed Steven skeptically. “In that case, boy… don’t tell me you don’t know *how*?”

“Pfft!” This time, I couldn’t hold it in. A laugh burst out of me. It was true, Steven was terrible in bed. In our last life, all I ever felt was pain. I just never imagined he’d be called out on it twice. A man’s prowess was sacred territory. He’d been humiliated once at the family dinner, and now he was being questioned by his own grandfather. His pride was in tatters.

I propped my chin on my hand and watched as his face grew impossibly darker. His glare could have frozen hell over, but I just smiled back sweetly, chewing on a piece of beef.

Seeing his silence, his grandfather continued his lecture, full of disappointment. “By the time I was your age, your father was already born! These things are supposed to come naturally to a man! How did you end up so clueless?”

The old man was getting agitated, gesturing with his hands as if he was about to give Steven a practical lesson on how to consummate his marriage, even offering to share certain… resources. I couldn’t listen anymore, trying to stifle my laughter. Steven’s jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might break. I was certain his hatred for me had just reached its absolute peak.

“Enough. I understand.”

His grandfather eyed him suspiciously. “You understand?”

“I’m not a child,” Steven said, his face a thundercloud. “I can handle my own affairs.”

My heart skipped a beat. Why was he dragging me into this?

I suddenly met Steven’s gaze. He was looking at me with a faint, chilling smile on his lips, his dark eyes glinting. “You’re right, old man.”

I had a very bad feeling. The next thing I knew, he had picked up a heap of cilantro and dropped it onto my plate. “Your favorite,” he said, his voice laced with mock sweetness. “Eat up.”

Steven loved cilantro. I despised it. This was payback.

I immediately retaliated, scooping a piece of beef covered in onions onto his plate. “Thank you, darling,” I said with a saccharine smile. “You have some too. Grandfather went to all this trouble for us. We shouldn’t let it go to waste.”