“I want to help you leave this ce,” Steven added.


    It was as if the only way he could think of to help me leave was to impregnate me as fast as


    possible.


    Most likely, Stephany had plotted this for a long time, so Steven also thought that she wanted a


    baby.


    “When ites to these things, we can’t rush into it!” I tried to make myself calm down and buy as


    much time as possible. I said gently, “Children are the product of love between two people. Children


    who aren’t born out of love are too pitiful. We’re still not that close yet…


    Steven’s gaze darkened as he looked at me. Suddenly, he smiled and said seriously, “We are


    close!”


    I gaped at him. This was the first time I would call a man “bewitching“.


    His eyes were bright and sparkling, as though they contained a thousand gxies.


    His eyes shone like brilliant stars.


    “Don’t worry. If I run away, I’ll bring you with me,” I confronted him. This person carried too many


    secrets. I had to get a hold of him and make him trust me.


    I had to first think of a way to leave so that I could find Rachel.


    As for Michael and Yasmin….


    Thinking of Michael, my gaze froze over.


    I finally died just as he wished! Now, Michael would have nothing holding him back from living a


    good life with Yasmin.


    In that case, I wished him a few happy days with Yasmin. I wouldn’t let the woman behind my


    murder get what she wanted!


    Since I had been reborn, I had to let Michael and Yasmin experience all the pain I went through!


    I continued ruffling through the drawers and found a first aid kit in the second drawer.


    Taking out the iodine and cotton buds, I called Steven over and helped him clean‘ his wounds.


    This version of Steven was a mystery to me. I couldn’t see through him. His mysteriousness and


    wildness scared me.


    But he seemed to like looking into my eyes. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to see in them.


    However, I kept having the feeling that he was looking at someone else.


    “Stephie…”


    He liked to call me by that name in his throaty yet gentle voice.


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    After cleaning the wounds on his hands, I asked him, “Did it hurt?”


    It had to hurt a lot. A few of his fingers were about to fester.


    Gazing at me, he shook his head. Then, he nodded, looking a little aggrieved. “It hurt.”


    I furrowed my brows at him. His current self and the person who tried to strangle me this morning


    were like two different people. Did he really have multiple personality disorder? “Stay strong. It’ll get


    better in a few days. Try not to get your fingers wet for now.”


    He nodded like an obedient dog. “Help me shower, Stephile.”


    My temples suddenly began to ache, and my “gentle” mask nearly slipped. “Why should 12”


    “You’re my wife.” Steven pointed at the marriage certificates,


    I sucked in a breath. Was this person really crazy? Or was he putting on an act?


    In order to test whether he was crazy, I took out a pen and paper and scrawled several math


    questions


    on it.


    “What is 345 plus 246?”


    When Steven saw the questions, heughed.


    “You don’t know?” Although I was deeply terrified of this person, every time he smiled, he had this


    innate… charm. It made people think that he was very pure.


    “I’m not crazy.” He seemed to have read my mind. Without hesitation, he wrote down the answers.


    I was slightly surprised. “Knowing arithmetics doesn’t make you smart.”


    Iv


    After pondering it for some time, I wrote down a very difficult advanced math question. In school, my


    senior and I had spent a long time on this question but weren’t able to solve it. Afterward, we went


    to consult our teacher, who then spent a whole night trying toe up with the solution.


    I guessed that Steven wouldn’t even understand it.


    I passed the paper to Steven and rested my chin in my hand. “Can you solve this one?”


    Steven took a look and picked up the pen with his fingers stiffly.


    I was afraid that he would go crazy if he didn’t understand it, so I carefullyforted him, “It’s okay


    if you don’t understand it. I didn’t know how to solve it either back then.”


    This was something I only learned when I got to college.


    Steven grew up in an orphanage, so there was no way…


    Before I could say anything else, he had already scribbled the solution on the sheet messily.


    From the moment he looked at the question to getting the answer, he had taken less than five


    minutes.