NovelBook"Stephie, this shower gel is nice. It lathers up really well." Steve remarked as he squeezed sonto the bath puff and started rubbing it in.
I was in the bathtub, one foot propped up outside, feeling embarrassed. "Can you please leave? My foot hurts, not my hands." Ignoring my request, Steven began lathering foam onto my leg.
Blushing furiously, I covered my face, feeling like I was being treated like his favorite toy. "Steven, seriously, get out." Search the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
But Steven paid no attention, continuing to apply foam all over my body.
"Steven Lincoln!" I warned firmly, feeling the heat rise in my ears.
He stayed silent, leaning against my shoulder and rinsing my back with the showerhead.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Stephie... Don't listen to them. You're not a fool. You're fine as you are, really... "Steven said softly, trying to comfort me. "They don't know anything. They're the ones who don't understand." "Wasn't the oldgood enough?" I asked softly.
There was a brief moment of tension in Steven's body before he shook his head. "No, that's not it- " "Then what is?" I pressed, looking at him.
He straightened up, avoiding my gaze. "You weren't happy, and I didn't know how to make you happy." Stephanie's original state lacked basic emotions. She had studied and imitated all feelings and sensations by herself.
When she recognized that normal people would smile in a situation, she would smile along; if it was a situation for tears, she would react accordingly.
She felt like a misfit, out of sync with society. Agony, sadness, or even joy were all beyond her comprehension. "But now, I'm not happy either... "I felt like an idiot who couldn't even recall my own memories. "Stephie... Forgetting is best for you." Steven looked atseriously. "You chose to forget. You made that choice." I fell silent, feeling unbearable discomfort overwhelming me.
If I were to revert to my old self, would Steven still love me? "By the way," I suddenly remembered something. "Peter and Aunty Lois- " I intended to inform him about Peter and Aunty Lois' plan to have Yasmin impersonate me, although I wasn't sure if they had succeeded. But I could finish, someone interrupted. "Sir, Yasmin is here to see you," Ewan announced, knocking on the bedroom door.
I was taken aback, feeling a tightness in my chest.
Yasmin... Was she here to see Steven, pretending to be me? Since Michael was still unconscious, did she decide to cto Steven first? "I won't see her," Steven replied, furrowing his brows.
"She's acting strange today. She askedto pass this to you, saying that you'll agree to see her once you read it," Ewan added.
Steven's expression darkened. He gavea reassuring glance and said, "Wait for me, Stephie." I nodded, despite the surge of uneasiness in my heart.
Swiftly rinsing off under the shower, I stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around myself as I approached the door.
I was curious to see what Yasmin had passed to Steven - it was a piece of paper with a 'n' written on it.
Frowning, I didn't understand its significance.
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However, Steven's fingers visibly stiffened, and he instinctively glanced the insting back at me. For sreason, I sensed hesitation and suspicion in his eyes.
What was he suspicious of? A sense of foreboding washed over me.
Steven said nothing and headed downstairs.
Panicking, I swiftly changed into clothes and limped downstairs after him.
Outside the door, Yasmin stood there coldly, her gaze deep and.
noticeably different from before. Startled by her stare, I nervously clenched my fists.
Her acting skills were convincing, causingto doubt myself.
Yasmin cast a cold glance atand spoke in a low voice "gan't believe you actually buy she's Stephanie Carlson." X
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