Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156 

“I really do have a fever, Stephie. It’s really hot. Touch it.” Steven was usually so serious, yet here he was saying such an embarrassing thing. 

I thought he wanted me to touch his forehead. 

As Steven held me from behind, I felt like my hand was giving out. 

I’m warning you, Steven Lincoln…” I gritted out. 

Steven then buried his face in my shoulder, feeling aggrieved. But this time, he obediently held me without doing anything else. 

So, I switched off the light, thinking that we could finally go to sleep. 

However, Steven began grinding against me like some large dog. 

I turned around and gave him a slap, the sound of which rang out loudly in the room. Then, I met Steven’s eyes in the dim light. 

I saw how tearful and aggrieved he looked, and it made my heart tighten. 

Now, 1 regretted slapping him. 

This was just my sympathy playing up again, right? 

I used that as an excuse for my feelings. 

Instinctively, I caressed Steven’s handsome face. “Be good and go to sleep.” 

This time, Steven behaved and stayed quietly still behind me. 

The silent atmosphere seemed to heighten my hearing, and I could hear Steven sniffling. It was as if he was crying. 

Well, now I couldn’t sleep anymore. 

What kind of man was he? Why was I in the wrong now? 

I gritted my teeth and turned around to face Steven, accepting my fate. “Close your eyes!” 

Steven stared at me for some time before obediently shutting his eyes. 

I took a deep breath as I blushed. 

Then, I carefully reached down to touch him. 

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Steven’s breathing began growing heavier, and I could hear all the sounds he was making so acutely that I wanted to curl up in embarrassment. 

What I would give to be swallowed up by the ground right now. 

“Don’t move,” I warned when Steven tried to hug me. 

“Stephie…” he called out. 

“Be quiet. Keep your eyes shut,” I gritted out. 

But this time, Steven didn’t obey and instead pulled me back into his arms and kissed me. 

“Stephie…” he kept on calling out raspily. 

Somehow, it was frightfully attractive. It felt like rough strokes teasing my heart, and my breathing began to grow heavier as well. 

I knew Steven was losing control. His primal desires were instinctual to him. 

But because I was still in the early stages of my pregnancy, I knew he would be able to control himself no matter how difficult this was for him. 

I ground my teeth and silently swore to live in separate rooms from Steven from tomorrow onward, or else, I might end up being seduced by him. 

“Stephie… Stephie… I’ve waited for you for so long… Please don’t make me wait any longer, okay?” I suddenly heard Steven say. 

He said that he’d been waiting for me for a long time. 

That night, I had a dream. 

The childhood friend in my dreams was no longer Michael. 

It was someone else. 

But no matter how much I tried running over to him, I couldn’t properly see his face.