Female Novel
Chapter 369
"Stephie, this shower gel is nice. It lathers up really well." Steve remarked as he squeezed someonto the bath puff and started rubbing it in.
I was in the bathtub, one foot propped up outside, feeling embarrassed. "Can you please leave? Myfoot 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."
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.
"Stephie… Don't listen to them. You're not a fool. You're fine as you are, really… " Steven saidsoftly, trying to comfort me. "They don't know anything. They're the ones who don't understand."
"Wasn't the old me good 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 youhappy."
Stephanie's original state lacked basic emotions. She had studied and imitated all feelings andsensations by herself.
When she recognized that normal people would smile in a situation, she would smile along; if it wasa 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 hercomprehension.
"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 at me seriously. "You chose to forget. Youmade 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, althoughI 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 come to Steven first?
"I won't see her," Steven replied, furrowing his brows.
"She's acting strange today. She asked me to pass this to you, saying that you'll agree to see heronce you read it," Ewan added.
Steven's expression darkened. He gave me a 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 asI approached the door.
I was curious to see what Yasmin had passed to Steven — it was a piece of paper with a 'π' writtenon it.
Frowning, I didn't understand its significance.
However, Steven's fingers visibly stiffened, and he instinctively glanced back at me.
For some reason, I sensed hesitation and suspicion in his eyes.novelbin
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, causing me to doubt myself.
Yasmin cast a cold glance at me and spoke in a low voice. "I can't believe you actually buy she'sStephanie Carlson."