I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 659

Steven's brow furrowed even more. "Are you sure?"

Gordon's eyes were serious, utterly sincere.

"But she still rejected me."

"That's because Madam is slow to warm up. She rejected Horace too, right? That never would have happened before."

Steven seemed lost in thought. After a long silence, he said, "I've never been poor."

"..." Gordon wanted to punch his boss. He forced a smile. "If you insist on giving her money, ten thousand a month should be enough."

Steven held out his hand. "I don't have a card with a limit that low. Do you?"

Gordon clenched his jaw and started rummaging through his wallet.

Steven then changed his mind. "Is ten thousand too little? Do you have one for a hundred thousand?"

Gordon: "..."

Suppressing the urge to quit on the spot, he handed Steven a card with a hundred-thousand limit.

Finally satisfied, Steven mentioned something about a salary adjustment and then strode towards the shore with his fishing rod.

I was sitting on the shore waiting for Steven. When I saw him coming, I quickly stood up.

"Finished chatting with Gordon? The captain just said we won't catch anything from the shore. We need to take the boat out to a good spot to fish or net them."

Steven grunted in agreement and led me onto the boat. Once we were surrounded by the sea, he handed me a card, his voice soft.

"This card has a hundred-thousand limit. Buy whatever you want. If it's not enough, just ask for more."

I stared at him in shock. "Did you suddenly strike it rich?"

Just a moment ago in the car, he was a pauper.

"I told you, I'm not that poor," Steven said, his lips pressed together as he stared at me. "Consider this money the cost of admission for me to pursue you. I'll give you a hundred thousand every month."

I blinked. He was spending a hundred grand to woo me?

For the first time, I started to question the wisdom of my divorce.

He was so extravagant, having this much money even after going bankrupt. How could I have been so ruthless as to give up a cash cow like him?

Still, for now, I pushed the card back to him.

"No, thanks. Didn't you say I'd have my own money once I recover my identity? I don't need yours. Besides, we're divorced. It wouldn't be right for you to give me money."

Steven's face went cold for a few seconds, then the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, his voice dropping.

"If you don't take the money, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

"..."

He turned on the TV in the room.

Steven never seemed to be the type to watch TV while eating, but I loved it. If I had my phone, I'd watch on that; if not, the big screen TV would do.

It really whets the appetite.

The TV was playing a cheesy, cliché-ridden romance drama. No matter how many years had passed, I was still a sucker for them.

I was completely engrossed, not noticing the man beside me watching me with a deep, distant look in his eyes.

He ate his meal, savoring the warm atmosphere. He was in an excellent mood, the smile barely leaving his lips.

The cozy atmosphere in the room was shattered when the drama's plot took a tragic turn.

The female lead in the show was terribly ill and begged her husband to stay, but he refused, taking a call and running out into the rain to meet the other woman.

The heroine, her face pale, stood at the window watching her husband's retreating back and gave a desolate smile.

"Benson Brown, if I can never keep you... then I don't want you anymore."

My heart suddenly clenched, and waves of a tearing pain washed over me. It wasn't the pain of a sad story; it was a deep, empathetic ache, as if I had lived through the very same thing.

Just then, a sharp pain shot through my head. Fragmented images flashed through my mind, as if trying to break through a barrier.

I grabbed Steven's hand, tapping my head with the other, and said through a flood of tears, "Steven, my head hurts so much. And my heart... it hurts too... I'm in so much pain..."