Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 342

I wanted to escape. My heart was beating fast, and my cheeks felt a bit flushed. However, I couldn't get away from Steven's embrace. He had me trapped with his shirt.

"Stephie, you're blushing," Steven said softly, as if he had just discovered something wonderful. "Stephie, you should feel your pulse now."

I stared at him blankly and asked, "Why should I?"

"You once told me that if you liked someone, your sympathetic nervous system would get excited. This means that there'll be an increase in hormone secretion, followed by the transmission of dopamine and the acceleration of the heartbeat.

"If your heart rate now is higher than your resting heart rate while we're kissing, it means you like me," Steven explained earnestly.

I paused upon hearing that. I couldn't believe how childish I was in the past. I had apparently come up with formulas to determine whether I liked someone or not.

I coughed and said, "You talk too much," Then, I lowered my head to untie the drawstring on his sweatpants.

Suddenly, I recalled something and narrowed my eyes. "Take off your pants and get into the bathtub yourself. You're drunk, not handicapped!"

Steven started to act aggrieved and pretended to feel dizzy. "But Stephie... I feel so horrible. The alcohol is making my body burn up. It feels like I'm... in a rut."

I gritted my teeth. "I have scissors right here. Should I neuter you to help you out?"

Steven immediately straightened up and took off his clothes obediently. He did not treat me like a stranger at all. After stripping, he got into the bathtub by himself.

I rubbed my temples and complained inwardly about how shameless Steven was.

But to be fair, we were technically legally married.

"Stephie, my hand hurts," Steven said while showing me his palm. Only then did I notice the wounds there.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" I hurried to get the first aid kit as I cursed and worried over him.

Steven lay dejectedly at the edge of the bathtub. He watched me treat his wounds with a dazed and unfocused gaze. I figured it was because he was a little drunk from all the drinking. The steam from the bathtub began to fill the bathroom. With Steven lying in it like that, he looked like he had just stepped out of a fairy tale. He was just so beautiful.

"Stephie..." Steven whispered my name and fluttered his eyelashes.

He was just too irresistible.

"Stephie..." he called out again. He seemed genuinely uncomfortable at the moment as he lay in the bathtub.

I was doomed. The bathroom was too big, and the same could be said about the bathtub. I felt like Steven was slowly transforming into a seductive sea siren. "What?" I asked, watching him warily.

"Stephie, it feels uncomfortable," Steven said, still resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub. "My hands can't get wet, so can you help me..."

I felt like he was taking advantage of the situation, so I got up to leave.

"Stephie," he called out pitifully again.

But I didn't indulge him this time.

"Stephie, you definitely fancy me. You shouldn't believe Michael. He's nothing but a shameless bastard," Steven said softly, not forgetting to curse Michael out a little bit at the end.

I chuckled and looked at him. "You're not exactly an innocent lamb either."

"Stephie, we're legally married. Everything I have is yours. From my face to my body, everything is yours. I don't even need to have any ownership of myself. You can have all of me if you want," Steven said seriously.

I suddenly had the strong impulse to destroy the whole world.

I quickly slammed the door shut. After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air outside, only then did my heart rate slow down.

I was probably flustered because of the heat in the bathroom. Yes, that was probably it.

Steven continued to take his bath in the bathroom. However, I was worried that he really was drunk and would drown himself accidentally, so I opened the bathroom door and lay on the bed. I found an angle where I could see Steven with just a glance. I could prevent him from drowning himself this way.

It was clear that Steven felt aggrieved. He splashed around in the bathtub for a bit and seemed to consider soaking his hands in the water for a moment.

"If you get your hands wet, I'll break them," I said in a low voice.

Steven excitedly lifted his head out of the water and obediently placed his hands that were still raised back on the edge of the bathtub.

After he had confirmed that I was still watching him, he started to play up his own antics. He looked like a peacock with its feathers spread. He grabbed one thing after another and couldn't seem to stay still. I was exasperated. Seeing that Steven didn't seem too drunk, I decided to ignore him and took out my phone to read my parents' diary.