To the Love of My Life

Ruby took it, stirred the porridge with a spoon to let the heat dissipate slightly, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Steve’s lips.

On Ruby’s face was a flushed hue from just now when Mrs. Taylor revealed her actions, making her look charming and alluring.

Surely, every man must like such a considerate woman.

But it was what Steve feared the most.

Because he couldn’t discern how much sincerity, and how much pretense, was hidden in her caring concern.

If she genuinely cared about him and if he refused to eat the porridge, she would consider his needs and persuade him.

But if she was only putting on a show and he refused to eat the porridge, she wouldn’t press him.

Thinking this, Steve didn’t open his mouth and just stared at the gentle-as-water Ruby.

Ruby furrowed her brow, looked up at Steve’s indifferent expression, and thought he had lost his appetite due to recovery from a serious illness. So she kindly said, “You’re still feverish. Eat something so you can recover faster.”

A glimmer of hope rose in Steve’s heart. He wasn’t the type to take advantage of others, but at this moment, he leaned back with disgust and closed his eyes, as if he was being cheeky.

Mrs. Taylor, who was standing to the side, saw Steve’s refusal to eat and couldn’t help but join in, “Mr. Steve, you have to eat something. How else can you recover?”

Who asked you to persuade me? Steve’s heart grumbled in slight frustration. He then seemed to ignore them, but pricked up his ears, attentively waiting if Ruby would speak again.

Ruby saw that Steve still had no reaction, her eyebrows furrowed even more. She thought of him as a patient and stifled her temper, speaking in a gentle tone again, “Even if you don’t feel like eating, you should at least have a little.”

Steve only felt a faint warmth spreading in his heart, while his face still tried to maintain a calm expression, not moving an inch.

Mrs. Taylor had been taking care of Steve at the Burtons’ Mansion for quite some time and took him as her own son. Seeing him refuse to eat the porridge made her even more worried, “Right, Mr. Steve, Ms. Gregory is right. Even if you don’t feel like eating, you should at least have a little.”

Steve heard Mrs. Taylor’s voice again, and his initially elated mood dimmed.

She wasn’t Ruby; why was she always meddling here?

Ruby had attended to Steve before and had never seen him so difficult to look after. She and Mrs. Taylor had tried their best to persuade him, but he still looked like he had no desire to eat. She couldn’t help but become irritated.

She really wanted to throw down the bowl and not care about his health.

But thinking that his fever hadn’t subsided yet, she couldn’t bear to do it.

Recovering from an illness required a lot of energy, and he wasn’t eating or drinking anything. How could he get better?