To the Love of My Life

“Maya Mitchell… haha…” Steve Burton laughed lightly, showing some disdain: “She’s really not worthy!”

When he finished speaking, a flash of ruthlessness appeared in the depths of his eyes.

How does the saying go?

Drawing water with a bamboo basket, to end up with nothing…

How can one inflict the most pain on someone?

Nothing is more painful than thinking you’re about to achieve your goal, only to suddenly realize that it was all a lie.

After hanging up the phone, Steve Burton walked back to the master bedroom. Ruby Gregory had already taken a shower, put on a white bathrobe, sitting on the couch with her head bowed, not knowing what she was looking at.

Steve Burton walked slowly towards Ruby Gregory, and just as he was about to ask her why she wasn’t in bed yet, he saw her wiping her leg with a tissue, bright red blood oozing out continuously.

Steve Burton’s eyebrows furrowed, and he quickly walked towards Ruby Gregory. Squatting down, he grabbed her wrist and looked at the cut on her leg, “What happened?”

Ruby Gregory had no idea that Steve Burton had entered the room. She was suddenly grabbed by the man, and her whole body jumped in fright. Subconsciously, she lifted her head and saw the worry and tension on Steve’s face, and her entire being froze momentarily.

Before Ruby Gregory could even speak, Steve Burton quickly turned around, brought a first aid kit from a nearby cabinet, and then kneeled in front of Ruby Gregory. He took a cotton swab and alcohol to disinfect Ruby Gregory’s wound.

Actually, her injury wasn’t serious – it was more like a scratch from being careless. At first, she was worried about Maya, so she didn’t feel it until she took a shower, applied shower gel, and noticed the pain. It was most likely caused by a shard of porcelain that had shattered and accidentally cut her leg.

Ruby Gregory didn’t care about it, merely intending to wipe it with a tissue and stop the bleeding. But now, Steve Burton was treating it as though it was a horrifyingly serious matter.

Even though it was just a superficial scratch, the pain of alcohol touching the wound still caused her leg to uncontrollably tremble. The hand with which Steve Burton was holding the cotton swab also nervously shook slightly.

Ruby Gregory looked at this scene, couldn’t help lowering her eyelids, and her lips hooked into a smile. A warm feeling spread in her heart, so much so that the heaviness she felt earlier at the dinner party when seeing him laughing and chatting with other women completely disappeared.

After disinfecting the wound, Steve Burton applied two Band-Aids for Ruby Gregory and pointed to the bed, asking her to go to sleep. He then looked at the Band-Aid on her leg and asked gently, “Does it hurt?”

That injury had only been momentarily painful during disinfection, and by now, it had lost sensation.

In Ruby Gregory’s heart, she had always thought that a good wife should try her best not to trouble her husband. However, at this moment, as she listened to Steve Burton’s warm words, she didn’t know what came over her. What should have been an inconsequential injury somehow became a severe wound in her heart. She looked at Steve Burton and nodded, whimpering softly, “It hurts.”

Steve Burton frowned, his eyebrows hinting at a slight annoyance. However, the moment her words fell, he quickly scooped her up without any hesitation and carried her to the bed.