To the Love of My Life

In reality, Steve Burton could not care less about the plot of the TV series. He merely wanted to sit with Ruby Gregory like any ordinary couple, chatting casually, which prompted him to strike up a conversation. Unexpectedly, she became engrossed in her narration, compelling even Steve, a man who never watched TV series, to attentively listen to her explanation.

Her story was emotionally charged. When the plot brought joy, her eyes would brim with a playful smile. When the plot turned sad, she would pout with displeasure.

The ease with which she constantly switched between such vibrant expressions made him feel as if he were watching a fascinating comic strip.

As Steve listened attentively, Ruby gradually lost track of time, talking nonstop until she was nearly done. Only then, she noticed Steve’s unwavering gaze, his eyes harbouring a warm smile.

Ruby paused, realizing she had been speaking nonstop for such a long time, her voice gradually faded away.

However, Steve still gazed at Ruby. After quite a while, he blinked and asked inquisitely, “Why did you stop?”

Perhaps it was the gentleness of Steve’s voice that made Ruby a bit unrestrained. She had spoken for so long under the impression that he was paying full attention. It made her slightly irritable to think that he wasn’t. Now, hearing him asking why she stopped talking, Ruby couldn’t help but humph, she stood up, tossed the remote control at Steve, and took a defiant tone, “Watch it yourself, I’m done talking!”

As soon as Ruby finished speaking, she realized she had unexpectedly shown her temper in front of Steve.

Her heart raced. She was about to nervously turn around and glance at Steve when he reached out, pulled her into his embrace, picked up the remote control she had thrown at him, and played with it with interest. He showed no sign of irritation. Instead, he rested his head on her shoulder with an undiminished smile and whispered, “The TV show isn’t as fascinating as your storytelling.”

Ruby tensed up, her face turning red.

Steve tossed the remote control aside and wrapped his arm around Ruby’s waist. He continued in a low whisper, “Did you often narrate stories like this before?”

Ruby shook her head, her face still blush, “No, I only discussed it with Madeleine…”

Thinking of Madeleine, who had been expelled from the country because of her, Ruby’s expression guiltily changed.

The tender expression on Steve’s face turned cold when he heard this. He tightened his grip on Ruby’s wrist for a moment before abruptly letting go, moved aside with a gloomy expression.

The sudden change in Steve left Ruby stunned. It took her a moment to understand.

When she wanted to have a child, she treated him well, used him, and he found out.