To the Love of My Life

“Ms. Gregory, when you eat, it’s like you’re going to the gallows. Do you think that would make anyone feel good inside?”

Mrs. Taylor casually asked a question, and Ruby Gregory was instantly taken aback. She had always thought that she had hidden herself well, but unexpectedly, it was just her own imagination.

Seeing Ruby long silent, as if remembering something, Mrs. Taylor leaned to her ear and asked, “Ms. Gregory, when you’re with Mr. Steve, are you always so prim and proper?”

“Is there anything wrong with that?” Ruby frowned, not thinking there was anything wrong with it. Moreover, she was supposed to become Mrs. Burton, the lady of The Burton’s household, and should be dignified and virtuous, with impeccable manners.

“Of course, there is.” Mrs. Taylor shook her head and bluntly dispelled Ruby’s thoughts: “It’s a bit too rigid.”

Rigid?

Ruby’s eyes widened instantly. It seemed that the whole day she had been opposed by Mrs. Taylor. First, she was scolded for being foolish, and now she was called rigid.

“Now I finally understand that some problems are actually with you. Think about it, when a man faces a lifeless woman like a dead fish every day, how happy can he be deep down?”

Now she was being called a dead fish?

Ruby sucked in a breath of cold air, being continuously pointed out her faults made her face turn slightly red.

As Mrs. Taylor was washing the dishes, she suddenly asked another question,

“Ms. Gregory, do you find me ugly?”

To be honest, Mrs. Taylor was indeed a notch worse than most average-looking women.

However, when Mrs. Taylor asked this question, Ruby hesitated and didn’t know how to answer.

Mrs. Taylor didn’t seem to care and smiled, “You don’t have to be shy to answer me this question. When I was born, I was the ugliest in our village, but I can tell you, although I am ugly, my husband treats me very well. Later on, many people envied me.”

As she spoke, a proud look appeared on Mrs. Taylor’s face. She seemed to reminisce about the past, saying, “My husband was the handsomest guy in our village, and he was really good at singing the mountain songs that were popular at the time for expressing love. Many pretty girls in the village liked him, but he chose me.”

Mrs. Taylor cast a sly glance at Ruby and asked, “Do you know why?”

Ruby shook her head.

Mrs. Taylor said with unmistakable satisfaction, “Because I got a hold of his heart. People are born with a bit of a masochistic nature, the more you pique their interest, the more they’ll cling to you. You may not believe me, but my husband really listens to me. It’s just a pity he died early, and I didn’t want to remarry, so I came to the city and found this job at the Burton’s.”

Ruby looked at the boastful expression in Mrs. Taylor’s eyes and couldn’t help but ask softly, “How did you get to Uncle Taylor’s heart?”

“Sometimes, the things you think are vulgar and indecent don’t necessarily mean they’re bad. In public, you should maintain your dignified and virtuous image, but when you’re alone, you should be more interesting.” Mrs. Taylor, with the attitude of an experienced person, elaborated on her own philosophies: “If you’re constantly high-born and graceful, no matter how beautiful you are, it will be tedious over time, and men will eventually lose interest in you..”