To the Love of My Life

Chapter 404: Never Touch Her Again (4)
Steve didn’t come out of his deep sleep until past five in the afternoon, when he finally had a slight consciousness. He felt a soft hand on his forehead, pausing for a moment. Then he heard a gentle voice near his ear, “The fever seems to have subsided a bit, but he’s still a little warm. Mrs. Taylor, should we call the doctor to come and take another look?”

The voice was pleasing to the ear and very familiar, as if it was coming from the depths of his heart. He soon heard a middle-aged woman’s voice, “I’ve already called. They said Mr. Steve’s fever subsiding is a sign of improvement. It’s you, Ms. Gregory, who haven’t been eating much all day. I’ve prepared dinner, so at least have something.”

Then that touching voice appeared once more, “I’m not hungry, let’s talk about it later.”

Ms. Gregory … oh, it’s no wonder he found the voice so familiar, as if it was coming from the depths of his heart. It was Ruby … she seemed to be worried about someone in her words, was it him?

Steve tried desperately to open his eyes to see his surroundings but found his eyelids weighed down like lead. Eventually, he gave up and carelessly reached out with his hand, ultimately grabbing a delicate hand and holding it tightly in his palm.

So she really was by his side… A faint warmth emerged in Steve’s heart, and he tightened his grip on the little hand in his palm before succumbing to sleep once more.

Ruby originally planned to go to the bathroom after Mrs. Taylor left, but as soon as she stood up, her hand was held tight by Steve. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, only to find him holding on even tighter. Eventually, she gave in and sat back down by the bedside. Her gaze drifted around the room before settling on Steve’s sleeping face, causing her whole body to shiver involuntarily.

In his sleep, Steve’s eyelashes hung serenely beneath his eyes, instilling a sense of peace and tranquility. With the customary aloofness and striking beauty gone, all that remained was the beautiful color of his features, enchanced with a captivating charm.

Although his complexion was still pale, it was much better than the ghastly white of the morning. His breathing also grew more stable and deep compared to the near faintness in the morning.

When she was very young, Ruby only remembered that Steve was even more beautiful than the Barbie dolls she had at home. Later on, her impressions of his looks were limited to adjectives like stunning and exquisite; but more so, the coldness, indifference, and charisma that he exuded.

Now, as he slept with his sickness, his usual confidence dwindled, making Ruby bold enough to study his face closely. In doing so, she realized that the positive words used to describe Steve’s appearance seemed dull and lifeless.

Ruby had barely slept the previous night and had been up since early morning dealing with Steve. Her exhaustion prevented her from closing her eyes, but as she stared at Steve, her head inadvertently drooped down, resting on his chest. With eyes closed, she fell into a hazy sleep.

Ruby’s sleep was restless, and as it felt like she was only half asleep, she sensed the hand holding hers move slightly. She immediately snapped her eyes open, instantly alert, and sat up straight. Instinctively, she reached out to touch his forehead and found that his fever had subsided again. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, as she was about to pull back her hand, the seemingly asleep man opened his eyes slowly.