To the Love of My Life

Ruby moved closer and pretended to check out the breakfast Mrs. Taylor had prepared. Then, pointing at a covered porcelain pot from which a medicinal smell wafted, she asked, “Is this the medicine porridge for Steve?”

“Yes, Miss Gregory, I was just about to take it up.”

Ruby rolled her eyes and said, “I’ll do it.”

Mrs. Taylor assumed Mr. Steve had been worried about Ms. Gregory’s rest the night before and had let her go to bed early, so she agreed without hesitation when Ruby offered to bring the porridge up.

Ruby carried the porridge to the master bedroom door, knocked, and then went in.

Steve was awake, and his complexion was noticeably better than the day before. Half-leaning against a pillow, he was reading the newspaper.

Ruby put the porridge aside and picked up the bowl. As she scooped some porridge, she told Steve, “Time for breakfast.”

Steve lifted his eyelids and looked at Ruby.

Ruby noticed that there was no irritation on the man’s face, which eased her anxiety.

However, as she brought the porridge and sat down next to Steve, she still felt the need to explain, “Mrs. Taylor is a bit busy.”

Steve stared at the newspaper, nodded lightly, and after a moment, closed it and tossed it aside, glancing at the porridge in Ruby’s hand.

Ruby immediately picked up the spoon, scooped some porridge and fed it to Steve’s mouth.

Steve didn’t show much emotion and just opened his mouth and swallowed it down.

Ruby couldn’t describe why, but she felt a sudden surge of happiness. In the past, taking care of Steve was like a job for her, something she had to do but didn’t particularly like or dislike. Now, however, she found that she really enjoyed taking care of Steve.

She reluctantly finished feeding Steve a bowl of medicine porridge and couldn’t help but ask softly, “Would you like some more?”

Steve waved his hand in refusal.

Ruby put the bowl down on a nearby table with a bit of disappointment. Steve couldn’t take his medicine until half an hour after eating. There was nothing much she could do to help him right now. Ruby’s big, dark eyes rolled around for a while and found a grain of rice on the corner of Steve’s mouth. As if she had found something exciting, she immediately reached out, grabbed a tissue, leaned over and wiped Steve’s mouth

Steve was staring at the newspaper, suddenly sensing Ruby’s closeness. He hesitated for a moment, then felt Ruby’s finger touch his lips.

His body shuddered slightly, and his gaze shifted downward.

Ruby was wearing a low-cut, spaghetti strap nightgown Mrs. Woods had given her the night before. When she bent over to wipe Steve’s mouth, she accidentally exposed her cleavage to Steve’s entire view.

The man stared at the sight before him, frowning slightly. Feeling his blood surging, he shut his eyes, looked cold, and said to Ruby, “I’m tired and I want to rest by myself.”