In short, the scene before me was definitely enough to make one’s nose feel warm.


    “You have a fever, take your medicine,” I kept myposure and pushed the medicine toward him,


    avoiding eye contact, feeling my ears turn red.


    It wasn’t my fault.


    He was just too attractive.


    Steven’s hair was still damp, and he casually swept it back before taking the medicine.


    I looked at him, feeling an indescribable sensation. Was he really this obedient?Would he listen to


    anything I said?


    “Sit still and don’t move. I’ll blow dry your hair,” I brought out the hairdryer and started drying his


    hair.


    Surprisingly, he obediently sat in the bathtub without moving, as if he was genuinely well–behaved.


    I was skeptical and tested him again. “You’ll sleep on the floor tonight, I’ll take the bed.”


    Steven nced back at me, his eyes innocent and captivating.


    I thought he would refuse, but he nodded. “Okay.”


    “Will you agree to anything I say?” I asked.


    Steven nodded.


    “So if I asked you tomit suicide, would you agree?” I asked curiously.


    His body stiffened for a moment. Without turning to look at me, he just nodded.


    “You really are… insane,” I muttered quietly, getting up and leaving. “Come out and sleep, on the


    bed, but no moving around.”


    Iy on the bed, waiting for him toe out for a long time.


    He walked to the side of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and still decided to sleep on the floor with


    at


    pillow.


    “The floor is cold, sleep on the bed,” I said, wrapping myself in the nket.


    “No…” he said, refusing with his head down,


    “Why?” I asked, puzzled. We had slept together in the bed just a few days after my rebirth, and now


    we even had a child… Why was he acting so innocent?


    “I’ll hurt you…” Steven spoke softly.


    “What?” I asked.


    “I have a strong desire for you,” he spoke bluntly.


    I was stunned for a moment, then tightened the nket around me. “Then sleep on the floor,”


    Maybe there was someone by the bed that I slept pretty soundly that night.


    When I woke up again, it was already noon.


    Steven was still on the floor, and it looked like his condition had worsened.


    I touched his forehead and panicked as I ran out. “Where’s the butler? Call the doctor.”


    Steven was sick, and it seemed to be getting worse. He had been unconscious for a long time and


    hadn’t woken up.


    1 felt guilty as 1 had let him sleep on the floorst night…


    But he seemed too obedient, and he had really slept on the floor all night just because I said so.


    Sitting on the sofa, 1 absentmindedly rubbed my forehead.


    Then, my phone rang, and it took me a while to react. “Hello?”


    “It’s me.” The caller was Rachel.


    I was stunned for a moment and straightened up. “Rachel.”


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    “Someone else is in trouble again.” Rachel’s voice sounded hoarse over the phone.


    “Who? Yasmin?” I asked, alert.


    If the motive for the murderer was the girls from the orphanage who were adopted wearing red


    clothes, then Yasmin should be the only one left to be targeted.


    “No,” Rachel sounded somewhat weary. “Has Steve been with you recently? Last night at around


    one in the morning, somete–night joggers found a dead woman by Godrey River. She was also


    wearing a red dress, with pale skin, and we haven’t been able to identify her yet.”


    “He’s been with me the whole time, he doesn’t even have a phone…” I looked upstairs and saw he


    was still running a high fever, unconscious all night. There was no way he could have gone out and


    committed murder right under my nose.


    “If it’s not the serial killer still atrge, then someone is deliberately imitating them,” Rachel’s voice


    sounded tired. “But either way, if the murderer isn’t brought to justice, whether it’s Steve or not, they


    won’t stop. Yasmin really is the only lead we have, but that bastard Michael has been protecting her


    too well…“!


    I knew that Michael’s protection of Yasmin meant that the police couldn’t use her to solve the case.


    It would make solving the case much more difficult.


    “I don’t know what your goal is, but right now, we need to get Michael to give up Yasmin. Then we


    can use her to catch the real culprit, or else more people might end up dead,” Rachel’s voice was


    hoarse.


    Since my death, it seemed like she had been obsessed with catching the killer.


    I knew she med herself for not protecting me..