To the Love of My Life

The manager was not a bad person, but he always liked to act like a boss, so the staff would often complain about him behind his back. Now that he was speaking to Ruby in such a gentle tone, she was even more convinced that the change had something to do with the person in the “Peony” room.

When Ruby finished work at nine, she didn’t hail a taxi home immediately as she had done before. Instead, she hid in a corner downstairs and watched the clubhouse exit and the underground parking lot exit for a long time but didn’t see any familiar faces or cars.

Ruby waited until eleven o’clock and began to have doubts in her heart. Could it be that she was overthinking? Perhaps the person in the “Peony” room was not Steve Burton, but just a righteous person who happened to intervene?

As it got later, the temperature dropped. Afraid of catching a cold from staying outside for too long, Ruby slowly walked to the taxi waiting area.

Usually, around nine o’clock, even if there was a long line, she could quickly get a taxi. But today, whether it was because it was too late or because it was close to Chinese New Year, many people were going out, so she had to wait for twenty minutes in the taxi waiting area without even a single taxi appearing.

There were no buses available at this time, and since she became pregnant, she hadn’t been driving much for safety reasons.

The taxi waiting area happened to be exposed to strong winds, making Ruby shiver constantly. She stomped her feet on the spot and debated whether to call Edric Reat to pick her up.

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Steve Burton was still in the “Peony” room, not leaving. Standing by the window, he could clearly see Ruby in the taxi waiting area downstairs.

As the wind blew and the temperature dropped, she occasionally raised her hand to breathe into it for warmth. Her feet were constantly stomping, anxiously watching the incoming vehicles. Whenever a taxi appeared, her expression would brighten, but seeing that there were already passengers in it, she’d drop her arms dejectedly and continue to watch the distant cars expectantly.

About ten minutes later, Steve took out his phone and made a call: “Edward, can you get me a taxi nearby Gardenia Clubhouse?”

“Brother, are you at the Gardenia Clubhouse? I’m nearby. Why don’t I come and pick you up?”

“No need, just get me a taxi, quick.” After saying this, Steve hung up without waiting for Edward Woods to respond. In less than two minutes, his phone beeped, and a text message from Edward came through, a phone number followed by three words – Mr. Taylor. Steve dialed the number immediately.

The call was quickly answered: “Is this the taxi you requested? I’ll be at the Gardenia Clubhouse shortly. Where are you?”

“I’m at the taxi waiting area downstairs at the Gardenia Clubhouse. There’s a girl with a bob haircut wearing a yellowish coat. Pick her up.”

As Steve gave instructions, his eyes remained fixed on Ruby downstairs. Soon, he saw a taxi pull up in front of her.