To the Love of My Life

Chapter 347: 347: Blessing in Disguise (37)

He then stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, let it drip for a moment, and brought it to Ruby Gregory’s lips.

In Ruby’s mind, she should have been the one taking care of Steve. Seeing him personally feed her the porridge, she felt overwhelming gratitude and instinctively said, “I can do it myself…”

As soon as the words left Ruby’s mouth, her heart skipped a beat, realizing she had said the wrong thing.

She feared her refusal might upset him… This was the experience she had gained in her recent interactions with him. She was puzzled since she always believed people didn’t like to be bothered, but he not only seemed to have infinite patience for her troubles but even seemed to enjoy it.

Ruby looked up at Steve with some unease, only to find his face still as calm as when he entered the ward, without the slightest trace of displeasure or gloom. Instead, when he heard her words, his gaze flicked to her wrist with a hint of tenderness in his tone: “Your wrist is still swollen.”

The kidnappers had bound her with rough hemp rope, which had chaffed her delicate, pampered, and fair wrists bloody as she struggled.

Rarely seeing Steve so good-tempered, Ruby was taken aback, but obediently opened her mouth to swallow the porridge without a word.

Although Steve was accustomed to hiding all his emotions, warmth still seeped into his eyes as he spoon-fed Ruby the porridge. The atmosphere in the entire ward, consequently, became cozy.

Having just recovered from a significant injury, Ruby’s appetite was poor. She barely drank half a bowl of porridge before shaking her head at Steve to signal that she didn’t want any more.

Steve didn’t force her, setting the porridge bowl aside on the table before glancing at nearby Rusell Henris, Edward Woods, and Howard Coleman who were lingering awkwardly.

Receiving his gaze, the three men finally came to their senses and made excuses to leave one after the other, leaving only Steve and Ruby in the ward.

Steve flattened Ruby’s bed and tucked her in.

Ruby had never seen such tender, cautious gestures from Steve and felt unaccustomed to it. She shrank back into the blanket, peeking at him after a while. Seeing Steve still sitting by the bed, she glanced at the bowl of porridge and struggled to sit up.

Steve frowned, “What are you trying to do?”

Ruby pointed at the porridge on the table, “Howard said you haven’t eaten anything. Do you want some porridge?”

Steve’s demeanor softened, “I’m not hungry.”

Ruby merely acknowledged him with an “Oh,” and obediently lay on the hospital bed without moving. Perhaps because of the medication, she felt drowsy but couldn’t sleep, repeatedly glancing at the porridge.

Noticing her frequent glances, Steve let out a soft sigh and exclaimed, “What a nuisance!”

Without bothering to pour a new bowl, he directly picked up the half bowl of porridge Ruby had left and drank it all in one go.

Finally, Ruby closed her eyes.

However, a moment later, Ruby reopened her eyes. Steve asked with a hint of helplessness in his voice, “What’s the matter now?”