To the Love of My Life

Ever since Ruby understood the world, she had always been nice to Steve. However, her kindness never forced him to do anything.

For example, when they were in college, there was a flu spreading across the campus. Worried that he might get infected, she prepared a cup of Isatis root tea for him. He declined it without hesitation, and fearing that forcing him to drink it might upset him, she silently poured the cup down the drain.

Ruby knew full well that no one could force him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Now, his face showed impatience. If she continued to persuade him to drink the medicine porridge, it might worsen his mood.

Moreover, they already had a disagreement last night…

Ruby’s rational side told her that the best course of action would be to follow Steve’s wishes, give the porridge to Mrs. Taylor, and let him rest with his medicine. However, his lingering fever left her feeling uneasy. She wanted him to finish the porridge to regain his health.

Ruby bit her lower lip, and with eyes downcast, stared at the bowl in her hand, hesitating over her decision.

Steve had been listening attentively, but now the room had gone silent, leaving him feeling increasingly uneasy.

Had she given up on caring for his health upon seeing his impatience?

Having experienced so many ups and downs, he now found himself feeling anxious in this situation.

The room was eerily silent, and the atmosphere grew increasingly strange.

Mrs. Taylor finally broke the silence, “Mr. Steve, if you don’t want to eat the medicine porridge because of its smell, just let me know what you’d like to eat instead, and I’ll prepare it for you.”

Steve finally heard someone speak, but it wasn’t Ruby’s voice. He felt a slight disappointment and had no interest in teasing Mrs. Taylor for being talkative. He simply closed his eyes and pretended not to hear her.

Despite being unwell, Steve still exuded a natural coldness when he was in a bad mood, which spread throughout the room.

Ruby was most afraid of detecting this coldness from him, knowing it was a sign of his displeasure and that it could lead to a fit of rage at any time.

Ruby glanced at Mrs. Taylor, who seemed equally at a loss, shaking her head at Ruby in a gesture to stop persuading him.

Ruby understood Mrs. Taylor’s meaning, and she gripped the bowl in her hand. The intensity of her lip-biting grew, and she stealthily raised her eyes to gaze at the cold-faced man. Then, she gestured to Mrs. Taylor, “Mrs. Taylor.”

Upon hearing those words, a bitter smile arose in Steve’s heart.