To the Love of My Life

The private room became extremely quiet in an instant, with only the beautiful and sentimental songs playing from the karaoke machine.

Everyone glanced at each other. Just as Steve Burton’s patience was wearing thin, the woman who was bending down to pick up the money seemed unable to bear the powerful pressure and raised her hand timidly, saying just one word: “Me.”

Before her words could settle, Steve suddenly reached out and fiercely slapped the woman’s face.

His force was so strong that the woman stumbled back two steps, hitting the marble table and knocking over all the bottles of alcohol on it, the chaotic sound of glass shattering mixed with her scream.

Steve remained silent, his face cold as he prepared to walk out of the room. He glanced at the woman he had just hit, noticing that she was still clutching the “reward” he had given her. He paused, turned around, and swiftly walked up to her. Without saying a word, he snatched the money from her hand and strode out of The Sapphire Bistro.

When Steve came out, his face still carried the murderous air from his remaining anger. The driver, frightened, carefully opened the car door without making a sound.

Steve, however, took out his phone sim card and threw the phone and the wad of cash directly at his driver, leaving a simple instruction: “Dispose of it.”

Then, he walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat.

“Mr. Burton, you’ve been drinking…”

The driver tried to discourage him with some apprehension. However, before he could finish speaking, Steve floored the accelerator, and the car shot out like a rocket.

As Steve drove towards the West Suburb villa area, he rummaged through the car and found a spare cell phone. He inserted the sim card, turned on the phone, and entered Ruby Gregory’s phone number, preparing to call her.

But just as he was about to press the “call” button, his movement suddenly halted.

Hadn’t he been pondering these past few days whether Ruby had taken the pain relief pills to please him or because she was afraid of pain?

In truth, when he found out she had been consuming entire packs of painkillers, his heart ached for her. But even more than that, he was afraid—afraid that his sympathy would turn out to be nothing more than a pathetic joke in the end…

He understood that woman better than anyone else.

Every action she took might conceal an ulterior motive.

He wasn’t blind to the fact that she had suddenly become so docile with him – during their intimacy, her previous expressions of being forced to the point of death vanished.

However, since he could not detect any signs of deceit, and she seemed to have become very aware of his emotions during that time, he assumed that it was because she had grown attached to him that she had changed.

So, when he saw the pain pills, he did vaguely understand something…

Steve gradually slowed down the car and, holding the phone, fell deep in thought. After a long while, he tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, made a U-turn on the road ahead, and headed for his downtown apartment.

He suddenly felt there was no need to rush to explain things to her.

He really wanted to see Ruby’s reaction the next day when she saw him.

If someone’s heart truly contained another person, it would be impossible for them to be indifferent, wouldn’t it?

Just like him, his lingering resentment over the incident three years ago could only be attributed to his profound love for her.