Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 

In short, the scene before me was definitely enough to make one’s nose feel warm. 

“You have a fever, take your medicine,” I kept my composure and pushed the medicine toward him, avoiding eye contact, feeling my ears turn red. 

It wasn’t my fault. 

He was just too attractive. 

Steven’s hair was still damp, and he casually swept it back before taking the medicine. 

I looked at him, feeling an indescribable sensation. Was he really this obedient?Would he listen to anything I said? 

“Sit still and don’t move. I’ll blow dry your hair,” I brought out the hairdryer and started drying his 

hair. 

Surprisingly, he obediently sat in the bathtub without moving, as if he was genuinely well–behaved. 

I was skeptical and tested him again. “You’ll sleep on the floor tonight, I’ll take the bed.” 

Steven glanced back at me, his eyes innocent and captivating. 

I thought he would refuse, but he nodded. “Okay.” 

“Will you agree to anything I say?” I asked. 

Steven nodded. 

“So if I asked you to commit suicide, would you agree?” I asked curiously. 

His body stiffened for a moment. Without turning to look at me, he just nodded. 

“You really are… insane,” I muttered quietly, getting up and leaving. “Come out and sleep, on the bed, but no moving around.” 

I lay on the bed, waiting for him to come out for a long time. 

He walked to the side of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and still decided to sleep on the floor with at 

pillow. 

“The floor is cold, sleep on the bed,” I said, wrapping myself in the blanket. 

“No…” he said, refusing with his head down, 

“Why?” I asked, puzzled. We had slept together in the bed just a few days after my rebirth, and now we even had a child… Why was he acting so innocent? 

“I’ll hurt you…” Steven spoke softly. 

“What?” I asked. 

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“I have a strong desire for you,” he spoke bluntly. 

I was stunned for a moment, then tightened the blanket around me. “Then sleep on the floor,” 

Maybe there was someone by the bed that I slept pretty soundly that night. 

When I woke up again, it was already noon. 

Steven was still on the floor, and it looked like his condition had worsened. 

I touched his forehead and panicked as I ran out. “Where’s the butler? Call the doctor.” 

Steven was sick, and it seemed to be getting worse. He had been unconscious for a long time and hadn’t woken up. 

1 felt guilty as 1 had let him sleep on the floor last night… 

But he seemed too obedient, and he had really slept on the floor all night just because I said so. 

Sitting on the sofa, 1 absentmindedly rubbed my forehead. 

Then, my phone rang, and it took me a while to react. “Hello?” 

“It’s me.” The caller was Rachel.