Revenge After Death

“Steve, have you ever killed someone?” I asked under the dim lights.

He paused and looked at me intensely, neither answering nor denying

“Go to sleep,” he said, pulling back the covers for me to slip into.

I hesitated for a moment but eventually crawled in.

It was raining outside, and the room felt a bit cold. I hated the cold… Whenever it got cold, my muscles would tense up as if I was shivering.

I understood that I was someone who lacked a sense of security and love.

It was because of this lack of love that I had loved Michael for so many years in the past.

My love for Michael, perhaps, was just to fill the emptiness in my heart.

Honestly, everyone was selfish. Who could truly be selfless and live solely for one person in their heart and mind?

Take Michael, for example. He appeared to love Yasmin so much, yet he did so many disgusting things to me.

Recalling those past experiences, it was truly nauseating….

Steven went to take a shower, and the frosted glass door of the bathroom allowed in the yellowish light.

During the time we spent together, I noticed that Steven liked to soak himself in the bathtub.

Many times, I worried that he might drown himself. This time was no different.

As I felt myself getting sleepy, he showed no sign of coming out.

“Steve?” Strangely, I found myself worrying that he might die in there.

Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The emptiness of the room was eerie, and he was in the bathroom… still not coming out, and there was no sound at all.

I got up and tentatively knocked on the door, but there was no response. I was starting to feel scared.

Scared that he might be dead, but how could a murderer die so easily?

“Steve?” I pushed open the bathroom door suddenly, holding my breath.

The steam in the bathroom hadn’t dissipated yet, and he was curled up in the bathtub as if he had fallen asleep.

Perhaps he never intended to sleep with me from the beginning.

During the time trapped in the attic room, he also got used to soaking himself in the bathtub.

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“Go sleep outside,” I walked over and tugged at him.

He didn’t move, just curled up his body slightly.

I sensed something was wrong, so I reached out and touched his head.

Sure enough, he had a fever.

“Steve?” I went out to turn on the lights and boiled water, looking for cold medicine.

“Stephie…“He seemed delirious, kept calling out for Stephie.

“Liar…”

I was helpless. Why did he keep saying Stephie was a liar? What did Stephanie deceive him about?

“How did I lie to you?” I asked softly.

I wanted to know what exactly happened between Steven and Stephanie.

Though I had some memories from the original host, but… not all.

“You said, “Wait for me at the orphanage…‘ What a big fire. Stephie… I have to wait for Stephie, I can’t leave. I have to wait for Stephie….

I frowned, unable to hear clearly, so I leaned closer to try to hear better.

But as soon as I leaned in, he opened his eyes.

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat.

I’d admitted more than once that he was good–looking, those eyes could really captivate a person’s

soul.

My body stiffened, I wanted to explain, but when I opened my mouth, no words came out.

He glanced at me drowsily, then reached out and kissed me on the forehead.

Perhaps because of his fever, his touch was scorching….

“You…” It took all my rationality to push him away, and I sat down on the floor, looking at him with a complicated expression.

He sat in the bathtub, wearing only boxers, running his hand through his semi–long hair.

This

guy was too devilishly handsome, and his legs were too long to fit in the bathtub.

His skin was fair, his abs were obvious, and his V–line was distinct….