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Before the waiter had a chance to ring the doorbell, Ruby Gregory pulled the door open.
The waiter lowered his hand and gave Ruby a shallow, respectful smile, “Miss, did you call for the clothing service just now?”
Ruby’s eyes were slightly red from being scolded by Steve Burton. Upon seeing the waiter, she hurriedly lowered her head, trying to speak and tell the waiter to go in and fetch the clothes herself, but in the end, she found her voice trembling. Ruby simply shook her head and walked quickly past the waiter and towards the outside.
The waiter hesitated, knocked on the door, and just opened his mouth, calling, “Excuse me, anyone there?”
A furious “Get out!” came from inside.
Startled, the waiter quickly raised his hand, closed the door, and fled.
In the hotel room, there was only Steve Burton left in an instant.
The room still lingered with the intimate atmosphere left behind by their lovemaking.
Steve leaned against the pillow, lost in thought for a moment, then threw off the blanket, went into the bathroom, and took a shower, washing away the traces of Chanel No. 5 fragrance on himself from her.
He came out of the bathroom and stood in the bedroom with his eyes closed, trying desperately to smell the faint scent of her, caught unintentionally amongst the Chanel No. 5 when he pressed his face against her neck.
However, after a long sniff, Steve found that the scent was as elusive as a figment of his imagination, leaving no trace.
He walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the cold night breeze flow slowly into the room, dispersing completely any lingering Chanel No. 5 scent she left behind.
After his shower, he didn’t bother to dry the droplets of water on his body, but casually wrapped himself in a towel. When the cold wind blew, he felt a slight chill on his body.
But it was as if he couldn’t feel it, allowing the wind to dry the droplets of water on his body.
Because, that coldness, no matter how cold, couldn’t reach the bottom of his heart.
Being remembered by the one you love, for all your likes, habits, and dislikes, was supposed to be a joyous and blissful thing.
But when you learn that the reason they remembered those things was manipulative and insincere…
You don’t have happiness or joy.
All you have are layers of despair and helplessness that swallow you whole.
Just like now, her knowledge, and her gentle consideration, were only to make a good impression on him, to make him think she was a suitable wife, and to make him marry her.
Her kindness toward him was never sincere, never genuine.
He would rather not have any treatment that wasn’t genuine!