To the Love of My Life

Chapter 353: 353: This Man is Too Shameless (3)

“Ms. Gregory, I’ve been in charge of many wards in this hospital, but I’ve never seen a man like Mr. Burton, who stays by your side all the time. You’re so lucky, Ms. Gregory.” The nurse flashed Ruby a sweet smile and continued, “Ms. Gregory, you have no idea how dishevelled Mr. Burton was when he brought you to the hospital. He was covered in blood and didn’t say a thing. When we took you to the resuscitation room, Mr. Burton still clung to you, unwilling to let go. We had no choice but to let Mr. Burton follow into the operating room, where he was trembling the whole time.”

Listening to the nurse, Ruby’s expression slowly became more rigid. She hadn’t known any of this before. When she woke up, only Edward Woods, Rusell Henris, and Howard Coleman were by her side. The three had only told her that Steve Burton had been up all night without eating or sleeping.

The nurse, interpreting Ruby’s silence as concentration, rattled on, “When you were out of danger, Ms. Gregory, Mr. Burton stayed by your bedside all night. He didn’t leave no matter who asked him to. I was on duty last night, and when I made my rounds, I saw you sleeping soundly in bed, Ms. Gregory. Mr. Burton sat by your bed, watching over you. Your wound probably formed a scab that itched. While you might resist scratching it consciously during the day, in your sleep, you tend to scratch involuntarily. Each time your hand moved, Mr. Burton would grab it. I guess he was afraid you’d scratch too hard and damage the scab. In the early morning, when I passed your room on my way to the bathroom, I saw Mr. Burton holding your hand, sleeping at the edge of the bed.”

Ruby sat poker-faced, as if she had been struck by paralysis. She didn’t move a muscle.

“Ms. Gregory, I’ve often seen Mr. Burton sitting by your bed, watching over you during my night shifts.” The nurse got up and packed up her things, then gave Ruby a courteous smile, “Ms. Gregory, your blood pressure is normal. Remember to take your medicine later. I’m off to check on the next room.”

Ruby came back to her senses and nodded at the nurse. Only after the nurse left did her brain start to process what she had said.

Steve stayed by her bedside all night, without sleep?

He held her hand, fearing she’d scratch her wound?

These things the nurse told her seemed like tales from a bizarre saga, things that couldn’t possibly be real. Steve, cold and aloof as he was, how could he possibly do these things for her? Perhaps the nurse made up the whole thing?

Although she thought so, Ruby was aware that there was no reason for a mundane nurse with no connection to Steve or her to fabricate such stories. Besides, it was undeniable that Steve had indeed spent the past few days and nights beside her in the hospital.

The more Ruby thought about it, the more restless she became. But she wasn’t sure what exactly was causing her unease.

While Ruby was lost in thought, Steve came in through the door. In his hand, a small paper bag. Walking over to Ruby, he noticed her lack of reaction and, frowning, waved the paper bag in front of her, “What are you thinking about?”