Steven immediately climbed onto the bed, laying on the edge. He seemed very energetic and kept staring at me.
âArenât you going to sleep?â I was frightened by his stare. The trauma of my previous life before my death shrouded me.
Although I had accepted the fact that I had been reborn, it was difficult for me to sleep with the murderer.
âStephie, they wonât let you out unless youâre pregnant.â
He said seriously, âThey come and watch us every 24 hours. And the meals we eat⦠all have aphrodisiacs.â
Upon hearing that, I sat up abruptly and tried to spit out what I had eaten. âYou shouldâve told me that earlier!â
âItâs useless. The fragrance in the air will make us horny tooâ¦â
Steven smiled sarcastically. I wondered if it was my illusion. At that moment, I felt a sense of strong coldness from him.
âHave you never thought about resisting? Even when theyâre doing this to you?â I asked tentatively.
Was it because he was hurt and tortured by the Lincoln family that his mind distorted? Was that the reason which caused him to commit those murders?
He looked into the distance and said in a low voice, âI never thought that⦠Iâd lose something I wanted to protect. But now, I want to resist.â
I couldnât understand it, but I seemed to recall some memories from the deepest parts of my mind.
âStephie, what do you want to do?â He looked back at me and asked me seriously.
âI want to leave. I want toâ¦â
I wanted to find the murderer. I wanted Yasmin to get retribution. I even wanted.to see Michael repent.
âI can âStephie, as long as you donât lie to I whatever you want.â Steven looked at me seriously meâ¦â
I felt a little guilty for no reason. âOkay.â
He smiled innocently.
âHow did you hurt your throat? Where did you get the scars on your body?â I pretended to be relaxed as I tried to understand him better.
âFire⦠Fire in the orphanageâ¦â He suddenly turned his back on me, only mentioning the fire in the orphanage 212 I looked at his back quietly. It turned out that when he became silent, his body could also express his NOFTOW Looking at his back, I felt his loneliness and helplessness. I subconsciously wanted to reach out to comfort him, but I was soon shocked by my own thoughts.
Was I crazy? I shouldnât be deceived by this monster even though he was goodâlooking.
Unconsciously, I fell into a deep sleep. As Steven said, the fragrance in the room smelled of lust and made me hot.
I almost woke up from the heat and kicked the blanket irritably, forgetting that I was sleeping with a dangerous person.
He covered the blanket back on me, but I kicked it away several times.
From beginning to end, his breathing was hot, as if he was holding back.
âItâs so hotâ¦â I grabbed Stevenâs arm, delirious. He immediately took a glass of cold water and splashed it on my face.
I woke up in shock, sat up, and looked at him warily. âWhat are you doing?â
He looked at me seriously. âIf you donât consent to it, I wonât touch you.â
âIs pregnancy necessary?â I asked irritably and then angrily picked up the glass to throw it at the door. âYou perverts! Youâre all crazy!â
âFor them, having an heir exceeds moral values.â Stevenâs voice was still hoarse. The fire had destroyed his vocal cords.
With such an angelic face, he should have had a beautiful voice in the past.
âIâm going to sleep. Iâll be fine after I fall asleep.â I turned over irritably, facing away from him.
He whispered hoarsely, âYouâve really⦠forgotten me.â
I didnât know what he was talking about and couldnât respond. My body was so hot and uncomfortable that I could only force myself to sleep.
In my daze, I had a dream. In it, a delightful voice called out my name, âStephie, come hereâ¦â
âSteven, letâs meet at the orphanage on Saturday. You can wait for me there. I want to ask you about the college entrance examination questions.
âSteven, wait for me at the orphanageâ¦
âSteven, wait for meâ¦â