To the Love of My Life

Chapter 275: 275: Wanting Her to Love Me (5)

Fortunately, Steve did not look at her for long, and extended his hand towards her.

Ruby subtly let out a sigh of relief, but her relief was short-lived, as Steve’s hand reaching for the bowl was directly covering hers.

Ruby’s heart tightened, she instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but

Steve calmly acted in line with her hand and brought the bowl to his mouth.

The palm of her hand felt the warmth of the soup, and the back of her hand felt the burning heat from Steve’s palm.

Ruby felt as if her hand was on fire, tormented.

Ruby was praying in her heart for Steve to finish the soup quickly, but ironically, it was as if Steve had seen through her thoughts, and in opposition to her, he sipped the soup slowly.

Ruby felt the fire in her hand starting to spread along her arm, burning all the way to her heart, she eventually could not help but open her mouth, trying to find an excuse to break free from Steve’s restraint: “I’ll go get some more soup.”

Steve obviously knew that Ruby was trying to avoid him.

Was she really so unwilling to have skin contact with him?

Steve glanced at the half bowl of soup in the ceramic bowl in front of Ruby, looked down at his own bowl which still had over half of the soup, thinking ironically that he would not grant her wish, so he still held her hand, handing the bowl to her, saying, “There’s still plenty left, drink it all if you like.” As he spoke, Steve moved the ceramic bowl towards Ruby’s mouth.

Did he want to feed her the soup himself?

Ruby looked up in surprise, looking at Steve, “I can help myself to the soup.”

Steve tightened his grip on her hand, but his gaze turned icy: “There’s plenty left here, it would be a waste not to drink it.’

In the depths of Ruby’s heart, she had always avoided upsetting Steve, but ironically, every time she ended up making him unhappy.

Not that she was unwilling to be close to Steve, in the past, she had never felt so restrained and uneasy in front of him. Ever since that night three years ago, he seemed to have become a different person. After returning to the country, he constantly criticised her for various reasons, and over time, she had developed a habit of becoming uncontrollably tense in his presence.

Now his gaze suddenly turned ice cold, her only thought was that Steve would definitely be mercilessly angry.

The more she thought this way, the more she wanted to get away from Steve, and so, her words diverged more and more from Steve’s intentions: “I can do it myself. ”

As she spoke, Ruby extended her other hand, wanting to take the soup bowl from Steve’s hand, hoping to free her other hand from his grip that was making it go numb..