I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 680

I sat in the wheelchair, gazing at Steven’s motionless form on the hospital bed.

He was ghostly pale, and a few sterile strips were stuck to his handsome face. Even in his unconscious state, his brow was tightly furrowed. His upper body was wrapped in圈 after圈 of gauze, and both his arms were bandaged just as heavily. His hands, in particular, were swaddled so thickly they looked like clubs; I couldn’t even tell where his fingers were.

I reached out and gently smoothed his furrowed brow, my eyes starting to burn.

“Steven… please wake up soon.”

I stayed by his side, waiting for him to wake up, but it wasn’t long before an elderly man with white hair entered the room.

He looked to be in his seventies, with a sharp and alert gaze, but his face was pale and he seemed a bit frail. What shocked me the most was his appearance—he looked exactly like the man from my dreams, Steven’s grandfather.

In my dreams, his grandfather was incredibly kind to me. The reason I married Steven was because his grandfather had arranged it.

Gordon followed behind him.

The old man saw me, his eyes reddening. “Zephyra, you’re here too. Is the little rascal awake yet?”

I snapped out of my daze and shook my head. “No, the doctor said he’ll be unconscious for a while longer.”

The old man looked at Steven and sighed deeply before turning his gaze to me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and compassion.

“I heard you lost your memory. I wonder if you still remember me? I’m this rascal’s grandfather. I was the one who arranged for you to marry him. We… were family once.”

I was even more stunned. A chill ran down my spine.

The man from my dreams had materialized in reality.

If that was true, then I was a real piece of work. Especially since he was showing me such kindness. Even Myron couldn’t help but blame me, yet he hadn’t said a single reproachful word. Instead, he was worried about me.

A wave of guilt washed over me, making it impossible to sit still.

At ten o’clock that night, Steven finally woke up.

Everyone was overjoyed, swarming his bedside. Myron and Mr. Lancaster Sr. were ecstatic, fussing over him with food and drinks.

I couldn’t push my way through the crowd. Hearing him call out to his grandfather, I figured he was mostly okay, which was a huge relief. I was exhausted after such a long and harrowing day, so I turned to head back to my room to rest. But just then, a deep, hoarse voice cut through the air, aimed right at me.

“Zephyra. Where do you think you’re going? Not coming over here?”