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Steve Burton couldn’t help but increase his strength, trying to use pain to provoke her response. However, she just tightly closed her eyes, silently enduring it. She didn’t even give him a sigh of pain or a frown.
He thought about her warm smile and her spoiled behavior when she reunited with Howard Coleman, Rusell Henris, Madeleine, and Edward Woods. Yet, when facing him, it was either respectfully Mr. Burton or cautiously pleasing him.
No matter how harshly he treated her or how indifferent he was, she always acted so calmly as if nothing had happened, not even bothering to give him the basic annoyance or tears.
Just like now, he had blocked her way to divert her thoughts and pain. He tried desperately to make her hurt, but she just maintained her silent indifference, with no change in her expression.
This numb Ruby Gregory severely stimulated Steve Burton, making him even more frantically treat her.
Bursts of pain went straight to Ruby’s heart. She wanted to scream, wanted to break free from the bondage on her wrist, and try to alleviate the pain by clenching her fists. But in the end, all she ended up doing was trembling her eyelashes slightly, continuing to silently bear the storm that Steve brought her.
His actions not only hurt her body but also her heart.
Although Ruby had only given herself to Steve, she knew, his rude treatment of her was just him secretly not considering her important, only trampling on her body.
He used this way to torture her.
Only when Ruby was in so much pain that she thought she might die did he finally stop, satisfied.
Although she didn’t respond or cooperate with him at all, he still felt somewhat dizzy from the intense experience when it was over.
His eyes glanced at her face, finding her calm and composed, looking like an emotionless shell.
It turned out that between them, it was always just his own revelry.
Steve Burton’s mouth curled slightly in bitterness, and he raised his hand to untie Ruby’s wrist, turning and leaving her body.
Ruby clutched her shoulders, slowly turning over to face away from Steve, curling up her body.
The room was very quiet, her face pale as she closed her eyes, even her breathing becoming somewhat weak.
Steve lay down next to her, staring at her smooth and delicate back for a while before raising his gaze to the ceiling, his eyes slightly vacant.
Aside from their breathing, the bedroom was silent.
Because Steve was lying right behind Ruby, occasionally he would turn over or shift his head, causing subtle sounds. However, Ruby maintained her position, not moving at all.
Ruby was very tired, and just wanted to fall asleep on the comfortable bed.
But she thought that on the 10th of this month, after doing those things with him at the holiday villa, he told her to leave.
No one would want to share a bed with someone they despised for even a single night.
Rather than wait for him to tell her to leave, she might as well take the initiative and go.
Ruby’s fingers trembled slightly. When she had recovered some energy, she slowly sat up.
Steve noticed Ruby’s movement and turned to see her bending down, picking up her clothes, his brow unconsciously furrowed.
Ruby and Steve’s gazes met, and seeing his furrowed brow, she hesitated for a moment, then quickly put on her underwear, saying, “It’s late; I should go home.”
Steve just silently looked at Ruby without speaking, but his eyes seemed to deepen.
Ruby couldn’t figure out what Steve was thinking. Seeing that he didn’t stop her, she silently put on her gown.
Her carefully styled hair was now a total mess, so Ruby simply grabbed it, tied it up with a hair band, then bent down to put on her shoes.
During their passionate encounter, Steve had thrown their clothes all over the floor.
Ruby stood up, originally planning to say goodbye and leave, but seeing Steve’s clothes on the floor, she finally bent down and picked them up one by one. Ruby knew that Steve was a clean freak. If he took off his clothes and they weren’t washed, he would never wear them again.
So when Ruby picked up his clothes, she asked, “Do you need me to call the laundry service for you?”
Ruby knew that Steve was a clean freak. If he took off his clothes and they weren’t washed, he would never wear them again.
So when Ruby picked up his clothes, she asked, “Do you need me to call the laundry service for you?”
For some reason, when Steve heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold and full of sarcasm, as he mocked her, “Ruby Gregory, it’s really a pity, remembering all these things so clearly!”
He loved matcha-flavored cakes, taking off his clothes and not wearing them until they were washed, casually mentioning that he liked Chanel No.5 perfume, and that his favorite color was blue….