I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 640

Horace's eyes turned icy, filled with derision.

This world was a story, yet it gave its characters humanity, emotions, and desires, forcing them to live out a grand drama on a stage that was fundamentally unfair.

If they were just meant to follow the script, then why was it that the person he loved always loved someone else?

Why did the person supposedly destined to be with him always choose another?

And if he chose not to follow the script, why did his efforts yield nothing? Why could he never measure up to Steven? Why was he forced into the role of a guardian knight, bound by convention for his entire life?

He would not stay in place any longer.

He would get what he wanted, even if he had to resort to any means necessary.

A villain… heh.

In this world, whoever loses is the villain.

Back at the inn.

I knocked, and the door opened quickly.

It was Gordon. He was on the phone, but he gave me a slight nod before walking away.

Right after, Steven emerged. He’d changed into casual clothes: a black shirt under a long, army-green coat. His handsome face was devoid of warmth as his eyes fixed on me.

“What debt collectors?”

I blinked. “The owner’s son said he ran into some people looking for me, and they seemed like debt collectors. Since you’re bankrupt now, could they be looking for you? Do you remember them?”

His expression instantly darkened. “You saw him?”

“No, Mr. Peters told me. Don’t worry, the landlady’s son threw them off your trail. They won't find you for now.”

Steven’s face relaxed slightly, though he still looked at me with a hint of annoyance. “Those aren't debt collectors. They're human traffickers who target married women. They go after the pretty ones.”

“Now that we’re divorced, you have no one to protect you. You’re the perfect target for them.”

I was shocked. “How can they do something illegal so openly?”

“Your medical report came in early. We need to go to the hospital.”

The medical report was ready?

My eyes lit up, and my frustration instantly vanished. “With a medical analysis, does that mean I can get my memory back?”

If I could just get my memories back, I wouldn't be so lost and confused, constantly being led around by others.

Steven gave a curt “Mm,” and started walking, his long strides making it feel like he was closing in on me. I instinctively took two steps back before he stopped and closed the door behind him.

“We’ll see what the doctor says. Let’s go to the hospital first.”

“Okay,” I replied obediently.

He held out his hand to me, his voice low and rich like aged wine. “Hold my hand.”

I took his hand, confused. Before I could ask why, Steven’s long, well-defined fingers slid between mine, interlocking with them as he led me toward the exit.