To the Love of My Life

The elevator door slowly closed, descending all the way to the underground parking lot.

That night, both Steve and Edward had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, so their drivers had been sent home. After the dinner party ended, Rusell had originally intended to go to a nearby Shangri-La Hotel and stay in a presidential suite, but Steve insisted on returning to the apartment. In the end, Rusell, who had drunk the least and was relatively sober, drove Steve back.

Arriving in the underground parking lot, Rusell unlocked his car, and just as he and Edward were about to get in, he glanced at Steve: “Brother, are you coming with us?”

Steve subconsciously shook his head, and when he reached out to touch his pocket, he realized he only had the key to the Audi A8 he had driven during the day. The keys to his other cars were still in the study of the apartment. Not wanting to go back, he waved to Rusell, who was about to start the car and leave.

Rusell swiftly stopped the car. Steve casually opened the rear door, got in, and then leaned against the backrest, closing his eyes.

Edward, who had been crouching, fiddling with the car’s music player, and preparing to play some songs, saw Steve resting with his eyes closed and quickly turned off the car’s radio.

The interior of the car was very quiet, with very little conversation among the three. When Rusell drove onto the ring road, he finally spoke up: “Bro, where do you want to go?”

Steve remained silent. Unsure of what to do, Rusell slowed the car down a bit and continued straight along the ring road. As they were almost all the way around the ring, Steve opened his eyes and said in a somewhat toneless voice, “Take me to the Grand Ciawell Restaurant’s underground parking lot.”

Rusell hesitated for a moment, then said, “It’s so late, brother. Why don’t I take you to a hotel to rest? I can have a driver pick you up tomorrow morning.”

Steve didn’t answer.

Edward cleared his throat, turned around, and followed Rusell’s line of thought, echoing, “Yeah, brother, it’s almost three in the morning, and we drank so much tonight. We should find a place to rest. Tomorrow is your engagement banquet with Ruby. You need to be well-rested…”

Before Edward could finish his sentence, both Rusell and Edward clearly saw Steve’s brow furrow slightly. Frightened, Edward quickly shut his mouth, while Rusell focused on the road ahead, driving attentively.

The atmosphere in the car was even more tense than before.

Rusell had just parked the car in the underground parking lot of the Grand Ciawell Restaurant when Steve opened his eyes. Without a word, he pushed open the car door, got out, and walked over to his own car. He took out his car key, opened the door, and sat down inside.

Steve didn’t start the car, he just sat dryly in the driver’s seat.

Rusell and Edward watched him, looked at each other, and then Edward lowered the car window and shouted to Steve, “Brother.”

Through the glass, Steve couldn’t quite make out what Edward was saying, but he waved to them, signaling them to leave.

Edward shrugged at Rusell, who, somewhat helplessly, started the car and slowly drove away.