To the Love of My Life

In fact, he has been guessing that this would be the outcome in his heart.

But still, he couldn’t help feeling a little regretful and sad.

The joy that appeared in his heart from her repeated persuasion gradually diminished.

Mrs. Taylor came to Ruby Gregory’s side: “Ms. Gregory, what’s the matter?”

Ruby gave a glance at Steve and handed the bowl to Mrs. Taylor: “Help me hold it.”

Then she stood up, suppressing the fear in her heart, took a deep breath, leaned slightly forward, grabbed Steve Burton’s chin, straightened his face, squeezed his cheeks forcefully, pried his mouth open, and poured the medicine porridge from the spoon into his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Taylor stood by, her entire being stunned, and her face showed a touch of worry. From childhood to now, even Madam Burton had never dared to push Mr. Steve like this. Was Ms. Gregory crazy?

Ruby only felt that her own heartbeat had become extraordinarily fast, terrified and frightened, and even her legs were weak at this moment.

She was really afraid that her bold move would provoke Steve to lash out and slap her across the face.

She didn’t even know where she got the courage to make such a shocking decision just now.

Ruby held her breath, took the spoon away from her mouth, and quickly scooped another spoonful of porridge, pouring it into Steve’s mouth again.

Ruby fed Steve twice in a row, and when she saw that the man had no reaction, she forced down her trembling hands and quickly fed him the third spoonful, the fourth, the fifth… Finally, she fed him the entire bowl of medicine porridge and handed the spoon to Mrs. Taylor. Then she quickly loosened her numbed hands from gripping Steve’s cheeks and moved back two steps, sitting down at the farthest edge of the bed.

Mrs. Taylor was still holding an empty bowl, standing in place, her face showing an expression that could be described as horrified.

Ms. Gregory had just forcefully fed Mr. Steve a glass of milk by holding his face?

What was even more incredible was that Mr. Steve had drunk a glass of milk without showing any signs of anger and was still lying on the bed, stupefied?

My god, was she dreaming?

How should one describe Steve’s feelings at this moment?

He felt as if he had fallen from the mortal world into hell and was suddenly pulled up into heaven.

It should be noted that, at that time, he was feeling down and not holding any hope, when suddenly a familiar little hand forcefully pinched his face.

Before he knew what Ruby was doing, he felt the hot porridge with a strong medicine taste pouring into his mouth.

He swallowed it instinctively, and then his whole mouth and throat were filled with a bitter taste.

Before he could digest it, the second spoonful, the third, the fourth… followed one after another and poured into his mouth, rolling into his stomach, making his whole body bitter.

And then, finally realizing what was happening, that Ruby was forcing him to drink the medicine porridge.