Stevie continued to bark in the backyard. This clearly indicated that someone had climbed over the


    wall and entered thepound.


    Stevie was a very perceptive dog. It could detect movements that many people may not have


    noticed.


    Steven had sold his shares in the Lincoln Group to Crowdstar Group. This meant that Crowdstar


    Group had the right to suddenly intervene in matters involving the Lincoln Group.


    The senior management of Crowdstar Group had begun to take over the Lincoln Group. This would


    have undoubtedly angered the Lincolns, especially Martin.


    I pushed open the bedroom door in a panic and my pounding heart finally settled.


    I breathed heavily while leaning against the door frame. Since I had been panicking, my breathing


    was rapid and my heart was beating wildly in my chest.


    At that moment, regardless of the memories of my past, I had to admit that I was worried about


    Steven.


    I was truly worried about him.


    "Stephie…" Steven seemed to have drunk a lot. He was curled up at the foot of the bed and holding


    his legs. He looked bewildered when he saw me.


    I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I looked down at the intruder lying on the ground and walked over


    to Steven cautiously.


    "Did you get hurt?" I asked softly as I bent down to face Steven.


    There were some bloodstains on his pale face. It made him look enchanting and ethereal.


    I instinctively reached out to wipe the blood from his face, but he grabbed my hand with a burning


    gaze.


    His gaze was hot and intense. It looked as if he wanted to burn me with his eyes. "Stephie, it''s not


    my blood."


    My back tensed up at that. I felt like I was getting devoured by Steven''s eyes.


    Just when I thought he was going to kiss me in such an inappropriate situation, he suddenly raised


    his head and hugged me tightly. Then, he said drunkenly, "Stephie, what happened? I''m so scared.


    My head is spinning…"


    I smelled alcohol on him and sighed in exasperation. "Mr. Bart, help sort this out. Get this person to


    the police."


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    Ewan smiled, as if he was relieved.


    I guessed that he was probably going to say something about how I had rushed to check on Steven


    first this time. I didn''t ignore him and check on the person Steven had attacked to make sure they


    weren''t dead likest time.


    Perhaps Steven was looking at me so intensely earlier because he realized that I finally cared about


    his well-being first this time.


    What an idiot.


    "Take him to the police station."


    Ewan felt the intruder''s neck for a pulse. It turned out that the man had only been knocked


    unconscious by Steven. He wasn''t dead.


    Ewan and I both breathed out a sigh of relief.


    Steven was lying on top of me in a drunken stupor. I wasn''t sure if he was really drunk or pretending


    to be.


    He was covered in the intruder''s blood. He was filthy, and his hair was all messy. However, his


    features still looked as good as ever.


    "Stephie…" Steven kept calling out my name repeatedly. Perhaps he really was drunk.


    "Wifey… Stephie…" he whined, as if he was trying to get my attention. He held onto me and


    refused to let go.


    I sighed. Steven was no longer pretending to be clueless. He was pretending to be drunk instead.


    It didn''t matter if he was faking it or not, but I had to run him a bath.


    "Get up. You have to take a bath now. You''re filthy," I said disdainfully as I tugged him toward the


    bathroom.


    Steven followed me obediently. He raised his hands above his head once we entered the bathroom.


    He wanted me to take off his shirt for him.


    I tiptoed and barely managed to pull his shirt over his head. At that moment, our eyes locked and


    my heart skipped a beat.


    My breath was caught, and following that, Steven used the shirt that was wrapped around his arms


    to trap me in his embrace. He then kissed me with lust filling his eyes.


    There was no way I could refuse his advances.


    He was too ethereal to refuse.


    If people could transform into magical beings, I was certain that Steven would turn into a siren.


    "My pants…" Steven said.


    He had kissed me until I had run out of air, yet he still had the audacity to ask me to take off his


    pants for him.