Chapter 229

Steven looked at me innocently as he said, "Stephie… my hand hurts." He had cleverly had the nurse stick the IV drip needle into his less-injured hand, then told me that his hand hurt. This meant that I would have to wait on him. I even had to help him undo his pants when he went to the bathroom. Suddenly, I understood what Michael meant when he commented on Steven's exceptional acting skills. Steven's eyes turned red-rimmed as he said, "Stephie… you're my wife." "Stop it!" I exclaimed, trying to harden my resolve. He had only gotten injured because he saved me, after all. The doctor wouldn't let him get out of bed, so I had no choice but to take care of him. I grabbed the overnight toiletries the nurse had brought for me. With a blush on my face, I pulled the privacy curtain closed and reached out. "Do it yourself," I said. "But my hand hurts…" I gritted my teeth at that. "Steven Lincoln, don't push things too far." Steven merely looked up at me innocently. I was fuming with