“Stephle…” Rachel suddenly called out from the hospital bed.
I stopped but didn’t turn back.
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It was better for me to remain as Stephany Larson right now.
Steven held my hand the whole way during the train ride back home as I leaned on his shoulder,
deep in thought.
He didn’t question me about why we were using the train and not a car. But I guessed that someone
as smart as him would’ve been able to figure out why.
I was afraid of being inside cars whenever it rained. Being on a train surrounded by more people
just made me feel safer.
When we got off the train, Ewan and the driver were already waiting for us by the train
station entrance.
Steven furrowed his brows and nced at me. “Let’s run away, Stephie.”
I was surprised. “Run away? To where… ”
But before I could finish my sentence, Steve had already grabbed me by the wrist and ran
off into the crowd.
Ewan wanted to run after us, but in the end, he lost us among the crowd.
I ran along with Steve for a long while and only stopped when I began panting heavily. Why are you
running?” I asked.
In contrast to me, Steve was neither red in the face nor panting. In fact, he seemed entirely fine.
He sure could run, huh…
“Don’t wanna go back,” Steven answered. He didn’t want to return to the Lincoln residence,
probably feeling it to be more like a cage than a home.
“Ewan must’ve already installed a tracker in both of our phones,” I said in exasperation.
After all, I was pregnant with the Lincoln family’s flesh and blood, and Steven was one of the
family’s sons. They couldn’t lose either of us, which meant that Ewan was bound to
find us too.
However, Steven didn’t reply. Instead, he took both our phones and seemed to tamper something
on them before returning mine to me.
“One day away is fine,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what had gotten into Steven today, or why he wanted to run away, so I decided to
simply agree for now. After all, I wouldn’t know where to find him if he ran off by himself anyway.
“Where do you want to go now?” I asked.
“I want to sleep with you, Stephie,” Steven said seriously.
I froze for a moment before looking up and realizing that Steven had stopped in front of a high–
ss five–star hotel.
I grumbled, “Why stay in a hotel when you have a perfectly fine home to return to?”
But instead of answering me, Steven simply tightly held onto my hand, refusing to let me
1. go.
Based on what I knew of Steven, there had to be some reason why someone as intelligent as him
would refuse to go home. It couldn’t have been a spontaneous decision at all.
I wanted to refuse him, but as I looked at how pitiful Steven was, I simply couldn’t. So, I turned and
led him into the hotel, irritated.
Whenever I looked at Steven, I would think of the orphanage and the asylum.
I had no idea how much suffering Steven had gone through, but I truly hoped that he had nothing to
do with the serial murders.
“You want to stay in a high–ss hotel? Didn’t you use to sleep in junkpiles? wanted to chuckle as
we walked into the grand hotel lobby.
Steven used to sleep in shabby little spaces like the one in the orphanage back when he was living
on the streets. Yet, here he was at a hotel while we were away from home.
“No.” Steve shook his head seriously. “Stephie deserves only the best.”
I was surprised. Steven already said he knew I wasn’t Stephanie before…
So, was I now basking in my own glory?
After getting a room, I coaxed Steven to take a shower.
Then, I got a call from Ewan.
“Mrs. Lincoln, the president of Ford Group has already been waiting for you and Mr. Lincoln here at
home for two hours. He says he wishes to talk to you about a project…” Ewan said, sounding
somewhat helpless.
The corner of my lips twitched.
Steven must’ve made us stay out here at a hotel because he knew that Michael would have gone to
find us back home.
He really was terrifyingly intelligent sometimes.