Chapter 272
"But I like it..." I whispered softly.
I loved mango pudding, but ironically, I was allergic to mangoes. So every time I sneaked a purchase, Steven would cover for me, claiming it was his favorite. He only allowed me to have a little while eating the rest himself.
He said he loved mango pudding.
But in reality, it was “Stephanie“ who loved it.
He was just "forced" to like it.
"Just a little then," Steven said softly. He was ready to take me away.
Michael stood rigid while trying to make an explanation.
"Stephie..."
"I remember telling you 'Stephanie' is allergic to mangoes." Before, his ignorance was excusable, but now, his continued obliviousness seemed glaring. Love was apparent even in the little things.
"Stephie, it's not like that. Since you're Stephany now, I assumed..." Michael was trying to explain that Stephany wasn't allergic to mangoes.
Still, he was subconsciously suspicious of my identity as Stephanie.
Yet, he stubbornly and obsessively wanted to transform Steph

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