To the Love of My Life

Today was Monday, and Mrs. Taylor knew that Steve had to go back to work, so she came early in the morning to prepare breakfast.

As soon as Mrs. Taylor had set the cooked porridge on the table, she heard a loud bang from the bedroom door on the second floor. Startled, her hand trembled, and she looked up to see Steve storming towards the neighboring room in anger.

In that instant, Mrs. Taylor’s heart skipped a beat. Had Mr. Steve and Ms. Gregory been arguing again?

After Mrs. Taylor had placed the breakfast on the dining table, Steve came out of the room again, changed into a new suit, looking smart and energetic. He fiddled with his cufflinks while keeping an eye on the master bedroom and then went straight downstairs without a glance.

Mrs. Taylor cautiously approached Steve: “Mr. Steve, breakfast is ready.”

Steve halted, glanced at the dining table.

Seeing that Steve’s expression wasn’t terrifyingly cold, Mrs. Taylor, hoping to improve the relationship between Steve and Ruby, said, “Mr. Steve, please sit down. I’ll go upstairs and call Ms. Gregory.”

The moment the words “Ms. Gregory” were mentioned, Steve’s expression stiffened, and then with a cold hum through his nose, he suddenly strode off to the foyer area, changed his shoes, and left without a pause.

After Ruby Gregory finished washing up, she came downstairs to find Mrs. Taylor dejectedly sitting on the sofa.

In contrast to Steve’s irritability, Ruby seemed to be in a great mood and even greeted Mrs. Taylor proactively: “Good morning, Mrs. Taylor.”

With a worried look on her face, Mrs. Taylor raised her head to greet Ruby with a “good morning”, then followed it up listlessly: “Breakfast is on the table.”

Ruby hummed in acknowledgment, walked to the dining table, looked at the breakfast, and then sat down and began eating with chopsticks.

Mrs. Taylor watched Ruby eating alone at the dining table and sighed. She then walked over and served Ruby a glass of milk: “Ms. Gregory, did you and Mr. Steve have another argument?”

As soon as the words “Mr. Steve” were mentioned, Ruby immediately thought of Steve’s scolding just now. A warmth filled her heart, and she nodded to Mrs. Taylor, then reached out to take the glass of milk from her, saying, “Thank you.”

Ruby paused before taking a sip of the milk, then looked up at Mrs. Taylor, smiling: “It wasn’t really an argument, Steve just scolded me by himself.”

Ruby glanced at the time; she had about an hour left before work. She quickly finished the milk, stood up, and before leaving, added to Mrs. Taylor: “He scolded me for a whole ten minutes.”

After saying that, Ruby smiled, grabbed her car keys, and hurriedly went out. Mrs. Taylor was left standing dumbfounded in the dining room, puzzled and unclear about what had just happened.

Mr. Steve had scolded Ms. Gregory, leaving him in such a bad mood he didn’t even eat breakfast, while the one who was scolded, Ms. Gregory, was in such a good mood she had two glasses of milk.

Heavens, what on earth was going on?

Were all young people’s relationships this twisted nowadays?

Although Ruby left twenty minutes later than Steve, she arrived at the company at around the same time as him.