Chapter 277

Steven had hidden upstairs without my knowledge. When I noticed him, he seemed to be secretly chuckling. However, when he saw me looking, his eyes filled with a pretense of sorrow. “Stephie, I’m in so much pain. I can’t sleep.” What else could I do? I sighed and went upstairs to comfort him. I felt like I owed it to him. “Stephie, give me a massage.” Steven requested. He lied on the bed and extended his arm for a massage. Distractedly, I massaged his arm. Martin was unlikely to give up easily. Steven had just had an accident, and shortly after, I was also involved in an incident. Not long after, Ignatius had passed away. Martin's tactics were ruthless. “Stephie, it hurts here too.” Steven pointed to his chest. Preoccupied with how to counteract Martin’s moves, I absentmindedly massaged wherever Steven pointed. His chest was firm. Where had he built such a physique during his wandering years? It must be his genetic advantage. What would that make someone who spent every day in th