Revenge After Death



"I'm not in a hurry. I'll see how long you can keep this up." I let go of Steven and walked over to get some water for him.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

He was rather stubborn, even defiantly refusing to drink water. It was as if he would do anything just to leave

me.

"Aren't you going to drink?" I asked with a frown. He remained mum.

I took a sip of water before grabbing his head and kissing him.

Steven was taken aback, coughing after choking from the water I had passed him. I continued to drink water and force-fed it to him.

He remained stunned for the longest time. He probably did not expect me to force-feed him water after I regained my memories.

"Are you still not going to drink it?" I asked him with a frown. He huffed and still refused to drink the water. I continued to feed him by mouth. He did not resist it, making me wonder if he was doing it on purpose.

I ended up getting frustrated instead and pushed the cup of water aside. 'If you don't want to drink it, so be it!" Sure enough, it seemed like I always made a mistake when it came to Steven. Just as I turned to leave, he suddenly reached out to carefully hold onto my finger.

I turned to look at him with tears welling up in my eyes once again. 'Apologize to me, Steven."

Steven's eyes were red as well. He was as pale as a sheet and looked extremely fragile.

"I'm sorry." He was always so obedient despite hurting badly.

"What did you do wrong?" I asked, pushing his hand away.

"I shouldn't have messed with your memories without asking for your permission, Steven replied like a misbehaved child.

But what I wanted him to reflect on was the fact that he shouldn't have harmed himself. He had done it during the fire back then, and now, it happened again with his leg.

"Will you do it again next time?" I asked hoarsely.

Steven stopped replying, which felt like an admission.

"Think about what you've done. I won't let you leave until you understand your mistakes. As for Genome Society's mastermind, I've already had my return announced. I don't need you to tell me their identity. They'll come to me instead,' I said quietly before walking away.

Steven sat in shock. He hurried to get down from the bed, yet he fell onto the ground. 'Stephie!"

I stood outside the door and closed my eyes, feeling a pang of hurt.

He would never tell me the identity of the mastermind of Genome Society if I didn't push him like this. He would just keep it a secret to himself and try to deal with it by himself.

Steven had always faced everything on his own

"Stephie!" He crawled toward the entrance, yet was held back by the chain.

He wasn't surprised that I would resort to forced confinement-because I had done it before. Thinking that we could escape Genome Society's surveillance and control, I had locked both of us up.

"Stephie!" Steven kept calling my name in a choked voice.

I hid outside the door and slowly closed my eyes as tears streamed down my face. I felt a painful ache in my chest.

I had to admit that emotions truly were a person's Achilles' heel-but they could also become a shield.

Steven had used this emotional strength to carry him through. He survived the fire from before and the recent explosion.

"Please don't go, Stephie!" he cried out my name in choked sobs, struggling and tugging against the chain. I eventually gave in. I had to admit that he was now my Achilles' heel.

I turned and walked back into the room, seeing Steven sprawled out on the floor in a sorry state. I slowly crouched down and choked out the words, "Do you really think that I'm heartless and won't love you back, Steven? Was that why you would recklessly harm yourself?"

He was stunned in place, looking at me while trembling. He was probably ignoring all his pain at that moment. I said, 'You've won, Steven, just as you wished. I love you, more than you think."