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Upon Olivia Foster’s mention, Ruby Gregory suddenly remembered that it was indeed Steve Burton’s birthday.
As for Steve Burton’s birthday invitation… Ruby Gregory secretly glanced at Steve. He had not mentioned it in front of her.
Naturally, Ruby couldn’t tell Olivia that she hadn’t received the birthday invitation. So, seeing her smug expression, Ruby just smiled and chose to remain silent, giving Olivia an ambiguous answer.
Assuming that Ruby had already received Steve’s birthday party invitation, Olivia turned her head away and stopped paying attention to Ruby: “Steve, have you booked your birthday cake?”
Steve seemed quite interested in the topic and directly closed his computer: “I don’t arrange my birthday parties; my older sister always does. However, speaking of that, I suddenly remember that my sister said she would order several different flavors of cake this time. After all, everyone has different tastes. Olivia, what flavor do you prefer?”
Olivia didn’t expect Steve to care about her preferences. She was excited and asked, “Can I choose two flavors?”
Steve nodded slightly.
With Steve’s permission, Olivia thought for a moment and said, “Strawberry and purple yam.”
Steve made a humming sound, seemingly taking note of her preferences. Then, suddenly, he turned to Ruby and asked, “How about you?”
Ruby initially thought she was just an extra person there. Suddenly hearing Steve asking about her preferred taste, she hesitated for a moment before a hint of warmth filled her heart. Since she had returned, Steve had held nothing but disdain and a terrible attitude towards her. Now that he was asking about her preferences, could it be that there was still hope for her?
Although Ruby was excited inside, she didn’t show it like Olivia. After thinking for a moment, she looked at Steve and said, “Matcha flavor.
Actually, she didn’t like matcha-flavored cake and even found it somewhat repulsive. Her real favorite flavor was vanilla. However, she pretended to like matcha because it was Steve’s favorite cake flavor, hoping that their shared preference would win his favor.
Upon hearing the words “matcha flavor,” a sneer instantly appeared on Steve’s face. Staring at Ruby, he said mockingly, “Matcha flavor? How unfortunate. I hate matcha-flavored cakes the most. They make me sick!”
At these words, a smile curved up on Olivia’s lips.
Under the ridicule of Steve and the self-satisfaction of Olivia, the color drained from Ruby’s face in an instant..