To the Love of My Life

When her legs were about to go numb from standing, she finally took her gaze away from the door. With her eyebrows tightly furrowed, she pouted her lips and walked towards the bathroom.

Why did Steve Burton suddenly kick her out of his bedroom? Why did he ask Mrs. Taylor to take care of her instead of letting her go to him?

The more Ruby thought about it, the more restless she felt. She carelessly pulled off her clothes and jumped into the bathtub.

The hot water comfortably enveloped her body, making it impossible not to relax completely. However, Ruby felt her heart clutch even tighter.

Ruby soaked in the bathtub until the water turned cool. Only then did she belatedly climb out, wrap herself in a bathrobe, and walk out of the bathroom in a daze. Just as she was about to put on her underwear and sleepwear, her mind drifted back to Steve in the master bedroom next door. Grasping her clothes, she sat on the edge of the bed lost in thought. After a long while, she failed to realize that she hadn’t changed her clothes and crawled into bed in a confused state.

In these two days and one night, she had only slept for more than three intermittent hours. Although her body was completely exhausted, her mind was clear and wouldn’t allow her to fall asleep. Ruby tossed and turned in bed for a while before suddenly sitting up. She paced around the bedroom for a long time and eventually ended up at the door, pulling it open and stepping out.

Ruby arrived at the door of Steve’s master bedroom and lifted her hand, wanting to push it open. Thinking of the man’s chilly demeanor when he drove her away, she finally lowered her hand, hesitating and giving up on barging in. Instead, she just paced back and forth at the entrance of the master bedroom.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruby faintly heard footsteps approaching. She suddenly became alert, her eyes darting about. Then, with bare feet, she ran into the guest bedroom. Soon after, she heard the sound of the door to Steve’s bedroom being opened.

Ruby raised her hand and patted her chest, heaving a sigh of relief. She then quietly peeked out and saw Mrs. Taylor going downstairs.

Biting her finger, Ruby thought for a moment before quickly messing up her hair, pretending to be groggy from sleep. She staggered out of the bedroom, all the way downstairs, and headed straight for the water dispenser.

“Ms. Gregory? Why haven’t you slept yet?”

Only upon hearing Mrs. Taylor’s voice did Ruby slowly turn her head, deliberately yawning, “I’m a bit thirsty.”

As Ruby spoke, she took the water and gulped it down. Then, glancing at Mrs. Taylor, she casually asked, “Has Steve taken his medicine yet?”

“Mr. Steve took his medicine and is already asleep.”

Ruby nodded, seemingly indifferent as she picked up the cup and drank two more sips of water before going back upstairs.