To the Love of My Life

Chapter 110 - 110: 110 She doesn’t love me (18)

Ruby stared at Ms. Annie’s figure disappearing at the elevator entrance before turning her head to look at the half-open door of the private room.

Was it because of her interruption that Steve and Ms. Annie didn’t continue?

It was clear that Ms. Annie left very unhappily, but what about Steve?

Was his mood very bad at this very moment?

In front of him, it seemed like anything she did was wrong. Yesterday at his birthday party, he took her upstairs, and after a passionate night, he still lashed out at her angrily.

Today, she didn’t dare to approach him easily at the company, fearing that he was still angry.

Now that this incident had happened…

Standing at the door, Ruby raised her hand several times to touch the door, but ultimately didn’t have the courage to open it.

After hesitating five or six times, Ruby finally took a deep breath and entered the room.

The private room was very quiet; Steve was sitting by the window, his head tilted, looking out the window as if thinking about something.

The window was open, and a cool breeze was blowing in.

Ruby tiptoed inside, and only two meters away from Steve, she paused before holding her breath and stepping up to his side.

Steve glanced sideways at Ruby.

The man’s expression seemed cold, and Ruby looked down hurriedly after just one glance, thinking that Steve was indeed unhappy because of her interruption earlier.

Steve looked out the window indifferently after just a brief glance at Ruby.

Ruby would occasionally lift her eyelids and steal a glance at his side profile. She could tell he had no intention of speaking, so she couldn’t keep silent forever. She noticed that there were no traces of food on his plate, and he hadn’t eaten much that night, so she asked, “Mr. Burton, you haven’t eaten anything all night; is it because the food doesn’t suit your taste?”

Her words, like talking to herself, received no response whatsoever.

She saw that the food on the table had already gone cold, and even if it suited his taste, the picky Steve wouldn’t eat it now.

Ruby knew that Steve preferred to eat light food at night, so she spoke again, saying, “Shall I ask the hotel to prepare some vegetarian dishes for you?” Finally, Steve reacted by turning his head to look into Ruby’s eyes.

His eyes were very charming, with black, bright pupils that were deep and spirited.. But inside them, there was a sharp, icy hint: “Ruby, can you stop being so hypocritical in front of me?”