Revenge After Death

Chapter 155 “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?” | 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.

| 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 | won't be going htonight,” | 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 becenemies with them.” Ewan knew that this was a tough situation, but the business world was not child's play.

| silently massaged the bridge of my nose.

I'd studied economics and knew that only benefits stood to last when it cto 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 ssuspicious individuals loitering near the house recently, and | suspect Mr. Martin was the one who sent them. | 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.

Chapter 155 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 aroundat all...

Instinctively, | covered my forehead and switched off the phone. “Can’t you cout only after you finish getting dressed?” Yes, Steven's body really was a sight to behold. But was now the right tfor this? Steven looked atand flatly said, “It’s legal.” So, | could see him naked because we were lawfully married? | took a deep breath, simply unable to understand the mind of a mental health patient.

“Get dressed!” | finally exclaimed.

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

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

00 000 00 They were... strangely enchanting.

And the reason | 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 coff 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 askingwhether he'd done enough yet.

| 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.

Chapter 155 3/4 “Pi?” | asked.

Why did he leave such a symbol on his body? “Pi. Endless. Never cycling back,” Steven explained.

But for sreason 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 beforelike an obedient puppy.

He was much more talkative today than he usually was.

It was probably because of my sympathy that led tobeing more accepting of him as compared to before.

“Did you hurt your shoulder? How did the injury cabout?” | anxiously checked Steven's shoulder.

Did he get hurt today? Steven replied softly, “Michael Ford pushed me.” | opened my mouth, but no words cout.

Anger boiled in my stomach when | thought about Michael.

“I'm better than him, Stephie,” Steve said sternly, trying to hard sell himself toagain.

“Mhm, you're way better than Michael. Let's beat him up next twe see him,” | replied in a serious manner.

Steven seemed so happy with my response that he immediately pusheddown onto the bed.

If he had a tail, it would be excitedly wagging now.

“I have a fever, Stephie.” Steve huggedtight while rolling around in bed.

| withheld my anger. | knew Steven didn’t actually have a fever, rather...

“I'm warning you, Steven Lincoln-you better go to sleep right now!” | exclaimed.

Chapter 155 Even an idiot could tell what he had in mind. It was written on his face plain as day! Could Steven be any more shameless?