“Michael says he wants to talk about a work project, but he’s gone all the way to our doorstep. Are


    you sure it’s just business he wants to discuss? It sounds more like a threat, doesn’t it?” I sneered.


    “He insists on meeting you tonight and that if he doesn’t… he’ll call off your partnership and work


    with Mr. Martin instead,” Ewan hesitantly said.


    I understood Michael all too well. There was simply no way he would let Steven off the hook after


    being forced to kneel and lose his pride.


    “If Michael wants to wait, then let him wait. Just tell him that Steve and I won’t be going home


    tonight,” I said angrily. “If he really doesn’t want to leave, release the dogs on him.


    Michael was scared of dogs. I’d heard from Aunty Lois that he’d been bitten by a dog


    when he was a child.


    Ewan grew silent. It was clear that he was exasperated now.


    After a brief period of silence, he said, “Mrs. Lincoln, this coboration with the Ford Group is vital.


    Even if… it isn’t a sess, we can’t be enemies with them.”


    Ewan knew that this was a tough situation, but the business world was not child’s y.


    I silently massaged the bridge of my nose.


    I’d studied economics and knew that only benefits stood tost when it came to the


    business world, while enemies never stayed permanent.


    If Michael actually partnered with Martin, my life with Steven would be more difficult in


    the future.


    What’s more, Martin was probably already nning to take action against us too.


    Then, Ewan said, “By the way, whether or not you and Mr. Lincoln return tonight, please do be


    careful. Things have been disquietingtely.


    “There’s been some suspicious individuals loitering near the house recently, and I suspect Mr.


    Martin was the one who sent them. I also don’t think they’ll let you off so


    easily.”


    Ewan had gone to fetch us at the subway entrance today because of this reason as well.


    My brows knitted together.


    Was Martin finally going to take action against us?


    Just then, the sound of flowing water stopped in the bathroom, and Steven opened the door. Then,


    he simply stood there naked as water flowed down his hair and body.


    He really wasn’t shy around me at all….


    Instinctively, I covered my forehead and switched off the phone. “Can’t youe out only after you


    finish getting dressed?”


    Yes, Steven’s body really was a sight to behold. But was now the right time for this?


    Steven looked at me and tly said, “It’s legal.”


    So, I could see him naked because we werewfully married?


    I took a deep breath, simply unable to understand the mind of a mental health patient.


    “Get dressed!” I finally eximed.


    So, Steven silently put on his clothes, albeit feeling aggrieved at my outburst.


    As he did so, I peeked at him and saw the countless scars on his back.


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    They were… strangely enchanting.


    And the reason I described them as “enchanting” was because those scars didn’t ruin Steven’s


    looks at all. In fact, they were like delicate cracks on porcin. They simply added ayer of depth


    to him.


    If I only observed Steven’s obedient demeanor alone, he came off as an innocent little angel.


    But the scars on his back hinted at a fall from grace. Just like the archangel who rebelled with his


    flock of countless other angels and fell from grace.


    After Steven put on his pants, he still looked aggrieved. It was as if he was asking me whether he’d


    done enough yet.


    I stayed silent, but my fingers couldn’t help but touch the scars on his wrists.


    They were the remnants of his self–muttion.


    Then, I spotted a specific scar in the shape of pi.


    “Pi?” I asked.


    Why did he leave such a symbol on his body?


    “Pi. Endless. Never cycling back,” Steven exined.


    But for some reason my head started hurting.


    Pi. Endless. Never cycling back.


    Yet, when Steve was at the asylum, he’d kept insisting on finishing his calction of it.


    What was he really thinking?


    “Stephie… Shoulder hurts.” Steven crouched down before me like an obedient puppy.


    He was much more talkative today than he usually was.


    It was probably because of my sympathy that led to me being more epting of him aspared


    to before.


    “Did you hurt your shoulder? How did the injurye about?” I anxiously checked Steven’s


    shoulder.


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    Steven replied softly, “Michael Ford pushed me.”


    I opened my mouth, but no words came out.


    Anger boiled in my stomach when I thought about Michael.


    “I’m better than him, Stephie,” Steve said sternly, trying to hard sell himself to me again.


    “Mhm, you’re way better than Michael. Let’s beat him up next time we see him,” I


    replied in a serious manner.


    Steven seemed so happy with my response that he immediately pushed me down onto


    the bed.


    If he had a tail, it would be excitedly wagging now.


    “I have a fever, Stephie.” Steve hugged me tight while rolling around in bed.


    I withheld my anger. I knew Steven didn’t actually have a fever, rather…


    “I’m warning you, Steven Lincoln–you better go to sleep right now!” I eximed.


    Even an idiot could tell what he had in mind. It was written on his face in as day! Could Steven


    be any more shameless?