To the Love of My Life

The woman glanced at Steve apprehensively, then obediently sat down beside him, looking submissive. She somewhat resembled Ruby Gregory’s polite and well-behaved demeanor on normal days.

Steve stared at her, feeling a touch of tenderness in his heart.

As the woman realized that Steve had been staring at her all this time, she raised her eyes and met his gaze. Her face flushed slightly, and she smiled brightly at him.

Although this woman had nothing in common with Ruby Gregory apart from her sky-blue attire and long silky hair, in that instant, Steve experienced an illusion as if it were Ruby smiling at him coyly. His heart was instantly filled with affection, and even his voice softened a bit: “What’s your name?”

“Luna,” the woman replied, using her pseudonym at The Sapphire Bistro.

Steve frowned slightly, then shook his head at her, “No, no, you’re Ruby.”

Then he looked intently at her and asked again, “What’s your name?”

The woman had already received the money, which meant she had a professional obligation to comply. Although she had no idea who Ruby was, she still followed Steve’s wishes and smiled playfully, “My name is Ruby.”

A doting smile bloomed on Steve’s face as he reached out to touch her long hair and softly called her name twice: “Ruby, Ruby…”

Then he recalled a scene where a charming Ruby Gregory stubbornly pouted and coaxed him to pour water for her, even though the water bottle was right beside her. Steve continued to speak softly to the woman by his side, “Act like a spoiled child to me and ask me to help you pour water.”

It was unusual for a man to serve them in their line of work. They were used to serving men instead.

More confused than ever, the woman still followed Steve’s command, pouting at him with a coquettish tone, “I want some water.”

“No, no…” Steve suddenly shook his head and corrected her, “You must call me Steve…”

Steve? How strange a name… The woman thought to herself, but continued in her previous tone and repeated her request, “Steve, I want some water.”

As soon as he heard her say this, Steve’s eyes were instantly filled with tenderness. Without any further delay, he stood up, went to the water dispenser, poured a glass of water, and handed it to the woman.

The woman took a symbolic sip of water and placed the glass on the table.

There was still more than half a glass of water left, but Steve asked her softly, “Do you want more?”

The woman shook her head even more strangely in her heart.

Steve gave her a warm smile, then reached out again to play with a strand of her long hair. After a while, he suddenly asked, “Is there anything you need help with?”