To the Love of My Life

Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Ruby Gregory’s Confession (22)
 

Steve wiped the water droplets from his face and placed the used tissue on the side table. He then signaled the waiter to clean the soup he had spit out on the floor before leaning lazily against the chair, his eyes fixed on Ruby, who had been waiting patiently with a smile. Suddenly, he let out a laugh and then composed his somewhat sloppy demeanor.

Ruby noticed Steve’s change in expression and sensed that he was about to say something. She became tense, her hands silently clenching into fists.

After a moment, Steve straightened his back, his expression becoming extremely serious. He stared at Ruby for a while, cleared his throat, and finally spoke, “Ruby, setting aside the notion of compatible backgrounds in marriage, even if I had no such requirements, I wouldn’t be so desperate as to choose someone like Maya Mitchell.”

“To put it simply, if Maya were the only woman left in the world, I still wouldn’t lay eyes on her. If possible, I’m too lazy to even look at her.”

“So, those rumors and gossip about me and her… they’re completely baseless and utter nonsense!”

It had been a long time since Ruby had seen Steve with such a dark and angry expression while he spoke.

In the past, she would often anger him unintentionally, and seeing his infuriated face would become a regular occurrence to her.

Seeing his expression again now, she didn’t feel the same fear she used to. Instead, an indescribable sense of joy filled her.

So, all these things were nothing more than Maya’s unrequited love!

In Steve’s heart, she was not even as important as Olivia Foster. At least Steve did not like Olivia, but he wasn’t disgusted by her to this extent either.

But what about Maya?

It seemed that she was utterly repulsive and even disgusting to Steve.

Despite her joy, there was still a thorn in Ruby’s heart, a faint pain, especially when she was looking at Steve, who was so close to her. She realized she cared more about that pain.

The joy in Ruby’s heart slowly faded away, leaving only an indescribable heaviness. Ruby lowered her eyelids, swallowed deeply, and kept her head down as she asked Steve, “Do you think I’m the kind of woman who would shamelessly cling onto a man and throw myself at him?”

Steve noticed Ruby’s unhappiness when she lowered her eyes, but he couldn’t figure out what was bothering her.

Just as he was trying to figure out how to ask her, she spoke before he could.

Do you think I’m the kind of woman who would shamelessly cling onto a man and throw myself at him?

Why would Ruby suddenly ask him such a question out of the blue?

Steve’s brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on Ruby, his expression gradually turning icy.

He clearly remembered that in the afternoon when he called her, she sounded very wronged. But when he rushed to her side, she acted as if nothing happened.

So, the question she just asked was related to that sense of grievance, wasn’t it?