Female Novel
Chapter 354
I was curious to see if Steven would tell me.
Steven stood there, looking helpless and panicked. He urgently reached out to me, pleading for mypresence by his side.
Somehow, I felt the urge to approach him. However, my rationale compelled me to keep mydistance and press him further. "Tell me. Who hurt me?"
His hand slowly fell from its frozen position in mid-air, a silent testament to his refusal to speak.
I nodded, directing my gaze toward Michael. "I'll go with you."
Michael was quite happy as he led me toward the car. "Stephie, let's go."
I didn't look back, yet I waited for Steven to convince me to stay. However, he did not speak until Igot into Michael's car.
He stood there with his head lowered, as though he were wrestling with a painful struggle and tryingto make a difficult decision.
"I'll ask you again...who is it?" My eyes were red, and my heart was filled with unease.
Who exactly was Steven trying to protect?
Steven raised his head with tear-filled eyes. He opened his mouth as though he had been preparingto speak for a long time. "Stephie, it's me."
He claimed it was him.
"It's all me."
He shouldered the blame entirely. He claimed that he was the one. It was he who imprisoned andhurt me. Instead of revealing the identity of the person who harmed me, he chose to make medespise him, detest him, and keep my distance!
"I didn't lie to you," said Michael, looking at Steven with indifference before closing the car door forme.
I saw Steven standing outside and suddenly felt extremely disappointed and saddened.
Steven held his hand tightly, and I could see that he was holding back. The wound on the palm hadclearly been pinched, and dark red blood was flowing down between his fingers.
"According to Ms. Clark, your parents had been desperately searching for you while you weremissing. After finally locating you, they claimed that Steven had deceived you and confined you. Heis a liar." Michael explained to me in the car why Steven had kidnapped me in the past.
Michael pulled a letter from his pocket. "He claimed to like you, but you knew clearly he was alunatic. You want to break up with him. See for yourself. It's what you wrote to Steven."
As the car slowly drove away, I gazed at Steven through the window. He stood there, his entirefigure shrouded in gloom, exuding a presence of melancholy.novelbin
I took over the letter from Michael, opened it, and scanned its contents. It was unquestionably myown handwriting.
"Ms. Clark has retrieved it from the original residence. Your parents discovered this letter in thebasement where you were confined," Michael explained.
While reading the letter, I noticed how cold and determined my words and attitude seemed on thepage.
"Steven,
I struggle with emotions. I decided to be in a relationship with you out of curiosity about feelings. Iwant to experience what love is and try everything that a typical person would.
However, reality has shown me that no matter how hard I try, I can never truly fall in love with you. Ifeel like I am unable to experience love and typical emotions like other people do.
Let's end it. I don't want to continue living a lie, deceiving both you and me.
Stephanie"
I was the one who wrote the letter, breaking up with Steven.
"This lunatic will lose control if he doesn't get what he wants. He is a complete lunatic. He is verydangerous." Michael frowned, attempting to bring me face to face with the harsh reality.
"Michael..." I held the letter, and an unbearable ache pierced my heart.
He gazed intensely at me.
"Stop the car," I said firmly.