Revenge After Death

“It’s raining. Why didn’t you seek shelter?”

I ran to the bench where Steven was sitting and pulled him toward the mall to seek shelter from the

rain.

“You didn’t ask me to leave… So, I kept waiting,” he said, staring straight at me with a sincere look in

his eyes.

I was taken aback. For some reason, my head suddenly started to hurt really badly.

At that moment, it felt as if we knew each other. He seemed so familiar.

“Stephie, you won’t lie to me, right?” He sounded a little nervous and seemed as if he was seeking some sort of confirmation.

The light rain wet his hair. His face was extremely captivating.

“Put on these shoes,” I said, lowering my head as my voice cracked. He was really enchanting.

Maybe he was adept at deluding others. So, even the police didn’t think that he was a murderer.

I asked him to sit on a chair. Then, I tended to the wound on his foot and bandaged it carefully. After that, I put on a pair of socks and shoes for him.

He sat motionless on the chair and just kept looking at me. He was like a docile puppy. To be honest, I was a little curious to know which side of him was the real him.

“Did James cause you any trouble after he woke up?” I looked up at him and asked.

“Yeah…” He nodded sheepishly. He extended his arm to show me the bruises on his forearm. It was obvious that he had defended himself while he was being beaten up.

“Nutcase…” I mumbled under my breath. I glanced at Steven’s arm and said, “Let’s go to the hospital. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Steven shook his head and moved to hold my hand. My first reaction was to pull my hand away, but he held on tightly.

The tips of his fingers were a little cold, and the places where his hand touched felt strangely numb.

“You… Let go,” I said.

Steven didn’t say anything and just grasped my wrist firmly.

Just when I was about to get angry and rebuke him, he spoke. “It hurts…”

I was stunned. All of a sudden, my anger simmered down. I decided to pretend to concede and see what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

“You don’t look like you’re in any pain at all!”

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He wouldn’t have been able to pull me by the hand if he had really broken his arm.

He gawked at me for a very long time before he finally let go of my hand. He said, “Don’t leave me. And don’t lie to me again.”

I squatted down in front of him, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

“Heh, it seems like we really can’t avoid our enemies. Today, this fool ran away from the Lincoln residence by himself.”

It was true that one could never avoid their enemies. That voice… I immediately recognized Benson’s voice. He was part of Michael’s gang of scoundrels.

I turned and looked at him coldly. Benson was with a woman. They had come to the mall to do some shopping and bumped into us.

It was probable that he had already called Michael. Yasmin made such a commotion today, and Michael probably assumed that it was Steven’s doing.

He trusted Yasmin so much. I was certain that he was eager to come and pick a fight with Steven now.

In an instant, Steven’s gaze turned cold. He stood up and shielded me behind him. All of a sudden, he seemed like a cobra that was ready to strike.

“Well, what do we have here? This fool has a partner now?” Benson mocked. He put his arm around his female companion.

“It’s just your luck that I bumped into you today. I don’t care if you are pretending to be crazy or acting stupid…”

I knew that Benson didn’t dare to do anything else besides spewing insults in public. After all, Steven had almost beaten him to death in the past.

Moreover, Steven was still the main suspect of a cold–blooded murder. Benson wouldn’t dare to do more than this.

“I didn’t know that dogs could speak these days.” I scoffed and then deliberately said, “Steve, you’re mentally unstable anyway. Do you want to take this opportunity to get rid of him?”

Benson turned pale with fright. He subconsciously retreated and hid behind his female companion.

Steven glanced at me. His expression was serious as he said, “Sure!”

After saying that, he turned his gaze toward Benson, looking cold and vicious as if he were looking at an already–dead man. It made me shudder.

Benson was shaking like a leaf. “You… You crazy woman… What are you talking about?”

“Kill him, Steve,” I said, continuing to fan the flames. But in reality, I kept a firm grip on Steven’s arm. I was afraid that he would really hurt Benson.