To the Love of My Life

Chapter 189 - 189: 189 Warm Encounter (3)

Chapter 189 - 189: 189 Warm Encounter (3)

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Feeling Ruby Gregory’s tenderness and obedience, Steve Burton unconsciously tightened his arms, drawing her into his embrace.

Ruby’s sobs gradually diminished. Having cried for so long, she felt lazy and exhausted through her whole body, unwilling to move. Her mind grew hazy, and she leaned against Steve’s shoulder, slowly closing her eyes.

Steve’s hand patted her back irregularly and without rhythm, yet it allowed Ruby to relax her body and mind bit by bit. Soon her breathing became steady and even, and she fell into a quiet, peaceful sleep in his arms.

Gradually, Steve stopped patting her back, burying his head in the nook of her neck, inhaling her faint fragrance and slowly closing his eyes.

Outside the window, the starlight gradually dimmed, and even the chirping of insects faded away.

The entire world was plunged into a silent stillness.

Steve held Ruby closely the entire time.

Only then did he gently move her, carrying her to a nearby sofa. Ruby’s body had already dried naturally, but her long, abundant hair was still wet. Fearing that turning on a hairdryer would wake her, Steve used a towel to carefully dry her hair strand by strand.

Steve picked up Ruby and carried her to another bedroom, placing her on the bed and meticulously covering her with a blanket.

Her abrupt cessation of crying had left Steve feeling pent-up and unable to vent his emotions. Now, as he watched her sleep peacefully, his frustration grew even more intense.

Steve’s gaze on Ruby gradually deepened, and his breathing became somewhat heavier.

He felt as if he were about to lose control of himself.

Yet he tried his utmost to suppress his urges.

His hand gently caressed Ruby’s cheek, feeling as though he could barely control himself. He lightly licked his somewhat dry lips, then leaned down and gently pressed his lips against her swollen eyes, made puffy from crying. Softly, deep in his heart, he whispered: “Goodnight, my Ruby.”

It was said that saying goodnight was an indirect way of professing love. He had said this to her countless times during countless nights. Yet she had

never heard even once.

Goodnight.

I love you, love you.

My Ruby..