Revenge After Death

Chapter 196

Chapter 196

It was truly an endless show of his strength.

“I’m scared,” Steven murmured and groaned as he held me tightly in his arms.

This time, he remembered to cover us both with the blanket and even tightly wrapped me up with his long legs, as if he feared I might slip away.

“What’s scaring you so much?” I asked, puzzled. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m afraid of sleeping alone…” He feared that when he woke up, his dreams would fall

apart.

“Stephie, guess which one’s the real deal–dreams or reality?” Steven whispered to me.

“Who knows?” I replied, feeling just as lost.

“Do you ever wonder why when we recall the past, it feels like we’re seeing things from God’s point of view?” Steven asked in a hushed tone.

His question caught me off guard.

Recalling childhood memories did feel as though we were seeing them from God’s point

of view.

“Could it be that when we revisit those moments in time, we’re not the same people anymore…” Steven’s voice was low as he tightened his grip on my hand.

I thought about what he said for a while, but I just couldn’t understand it.

Perhaps this was just how a crazy person or a genius thinks–something beyond my understanding as an ordinary person.

“Want some water?” I whispered.

But as I turned to look at him, Steven had already fallen asleep.

It seemed like he could always quickly drift off to sleep whenever he was with me.

His long eyelashes and flawless skin made him look exceptionally handsome.

Actually, it was kind of annoying.

Even though Steven had wandered around and wore clothes that didn’t fit right, his skin still looked amazing. In fact, it looked much better than that of the people who splurged

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on skincare products every year.

The room had a fresh scent that was reminiscent of sandalwood, the aroma of which could induce drowsiness.

I couldn’t recall how I drifted off to sleep, but with Steven holding me like that, I fell asleep very quickly.

When I woke up, it was already 10 pm.

The sky had turned pitch black, and Steven wasn’t in the room.

My heart sank as I reached for my phone.

Surprisingly, Yasmin hadn’t called me.

However, when I checked my phone, I realized it was on “Do Not Disturb” mode.

It was Steven.

“Where’s Steve?”

The vast villa was quiet and dimly lit. There was also no nanny, and it was just Leo that was still out in the yard weeding.

“Excuse me, where’s Steven?” I anxiously asked.

Leo appeared elderly and possibly had some difficulty hearing because he merely glanced at me before continuing with his weeding.

It was already 10 pm, yet he was still busy weeding away.

Just then, a big dog came out of the bushes and lay down obediently next to my feet.

Its wolf–like cars stood tall, and it had a pair of cute and big eyes that gave it a pitiful look. It didn’t seem fierce at all.

Suddenly, Steven came to my mind for some reason.

“Mr. Hart, where’s Steven?” I asked again.

Leo put down the hoe and gestured to show that he didn’t know.

I couldn’t get what the hand signals meant, so I had to give Ewan a call.

Yasmin had agreed to help the cops lure out the murderer on this night, so I hoped Steven wouldn’t show up there.

Tavan Wildn’t pick up when I called, so I had no choice but to dial Zion’s number.

However, Zion didn’t answer either.

He was probably watching over Yasmin right now. After all, they had to make sure she stayed safe.

Since Yasmin hadn’t died the last time, the murderer hadn’t made any further moves. So, clearly, the murderer was the most desperate and eager for Yasmin’s death more than anyone else.

“Stephanie, why aren’t you here?” I called Yasmin, and she sounded scared on the line. ” Stephanie, where are you? He’s after me… Help, please, I don’t want to die!”

I glanced at my phone and suddenly burst out laughing.

What was Yasmin up to?

Was she experiencing the same hopelessness I felt before I died?