To the Love of My Life - C.256 - : You Finally Opened Your Eyes

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: You Finally Opened Your Eyes

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After soaking in the hot spring for a while, it was inevitable to sweat and become dehydrated. Just as Steve Burton was about to pick up the teapot to pour water, Ruby Gregory, who was standing by his side, noticed his action and remembered his injured hand. Without any conscious thought, she quickly moved to stand in front of the stone table, picking up the teapot before he could and pouring him a cup of tea.

Ruby’s series of movements happened so quickly that Steve was caught off guard, and he stared at her in surprise.

After merely three seconds, he shifted his gaze from Ruby’s face, looking down at the teacup in her hand. He extended his uninjured hand, directly grabbing her hand that held the teacup, and brought it to his lips, draining the tea in one gulp.

Though the tea was completely gone, Steve showed no intention of letting go of Ruby’s hand.

Ruby dared not withdraw her hand from his grip, only clenching tighter around the empty cup in her palm.

She didn’t know if it was because she had unintentionally learned of the things he did behind her back at noon, but she didn’t feel afraid of Steve anymore. However, she was still somewhat unaccustomed to the intimacy they were sharing.

Ruby lowered her eyelids and saw that most of the water droplets on Steve’s body had already evaporated.

The hot spring was outdoors, and the water’s temperature was high, so one would feel cold upon stepping out of it, especially when soaked. As the water evaporated, the chill grew worse.

Ruby quickly came up with an excuse, saying, “I’ll get you that towel. Be careful not to catch a cold.”

Having said that, she attempted to pull her hand out of Steve’s grasp.

Feeling her trying to withdraw, Steve slightly increased his grip on her hand, and his gaze suddenly turned colder.

Ruby’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively stopped trying to pull away. When she looked back up at Steve, she found his expression had returned to its usual calm, and his grip on her hand gradually loosened.

The entire scene felt like a figment of her imagination.

Ruby quietly observed Steve for a moment, and upon seeing his relaxed demeanor, she finally withdrew her hand. She placed the teacup on the stone table and, without thinking, grabbed the only sky-blue towel from the pile of colorful towels nearby.

It was a habit she had developed over many years, knowing that Steve liked the color blue. So, for everything she prepared for him, she instinctively picked blue.

In her heart, there wasn’t any ulterior motive.

The blue towel, tucked at the bottom of the pile, would usually be passed over in favor of the white towels on top. However, Ruby specifically pulled out the blue one. This deliberate action, under Steve’s watchful eye, seemed to take on a different flavor..