Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 155

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“Michael says he wants to talk about a work project, but he’s gone all the way to our doorstep. Are you sure it’s just business he wants to discuss? It sounds more like a threat, doesn’t it?” I sneered. 

“He insists on meeting you tonight and that if he doesn’t… he’ll call off your partnership and work with Mr. Martin instead,” Ewan hesitantly said. 

I understood Michael all too well. There was simply no way he would let Steven off the hook after being forced to kneel and lose his pride. 

“If Michael wants to wait, then let him wait. Just tell him that Steve and I won’t be going home tonight,” I said angrily. “If he really doesn’t want to leave, release the dogs on him. 

Michael was scared of dogs. I’d heard from Aunty Lois that he’d been bitten by a dog 

when he was a child. 

Ewan grew silent. It was clear that he was exasperated now. 

After a brief period of silence, he said, “Mrs. Lincoln, this collaboration with the Ford Group is vital. Even if… it isn’t a success, we can’t become enemies with them.” 

Ewan knew that this was a tough situation, but the business world was not child’s play. 

I silently massaged the bridge of my nose. 

I’d studied economics and knew that only benefits stood to last when it came to the 

business world, while enemies never stayed permanent. 

If Michael actually partnered with Martin, my life with Steven would be more difficult in 

the future. 

What’s more, Martin was probably already planning to take action against us too. 

Then, Ewan said, “By the way, whether or not you and Mr. Lincoln return tonight, please do be careful. Things have been disquieting lately. 

“There’s been some suspicious individuals loitering near the house recently, and I suspect Mr. Martin was the one who sent them. I also don’t think they’ll let you off so 

easily.” 

Ewan had gone to fetch us at the subway entrance today because of this reason as well. 

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My brows knitted together. 

Was Martin finally going to take action against us? 

Just then, the sound of flowing water stopped in the bathroom, and Steven opened the door. Then, he simply stood there naked as water flowed down his hair and body. 

He really wasn’t shy around me at all…. 

Instinctively, I covered my forehead and switched off the phone. “Can’t you come out only after you finish getting dressed?” 

Yes, Steven’s body really was a sight to behold. But was now the right time for this? 

Steven looked at me and flatly said, “It’s legal.” 

So, I could see him naked because we were lawfully married? 

I took a deep breath, simply unable to understand the mind of a mental health patient. 

“Get dressed!” I finally exclaimed. 

So, Steven silently put on his clothes, albeit feeling aggrieved at my outburst. 

As he did so, I peeked at him and saw the countless scars on his back. 

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They were… strangely enchanting. 

And the reason I described them as “enchanting” was because those scars didn’t ruin Steven’s looks at all. In fact, they were like delicate cracks on porcelain. They simply added a layer of depth to him. 

If I only observed Steven’s obedient demeanor alone, he came off as an innocent little angel. 

But the scars on his back hinted at a fall from grace. Just like the archangel who rebelled with his flock of countless other angels and fell from grace. 

After Steven put on his pants, he still looked aggrieved. It was as if he was asking me whether he’d done enough yet. 

I stayed silent, but my fingers couldn’t help but touch the scars on his wrists. 

They were the remnants of his self–mutilation. 

Then, I spotted a specific scar in the shape of pi. 

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“Pi?” I asked. 

Why did he leave such a symbol on his body? 

“Pi. Endless. Never cycling back,” Steven explained. 

But for some reason my head started hurting. 

Pi. Endless. Never cycling back. 

Yet, when Steve was at the asylum, he’d kept insisting on finishing his calculation of it. 

What was he really thinking? 

“Stephie… Shoulder hurts.” Steven crouched down before me like an obedient puppy. 

He was much more talkative today than he usually was.