To the Love of My Life

Chapter 689: Chapter 689: Chaotic Baby-Making (9)
 

After that, he didn’t think much about it and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

Perhaps it was the hot water spraying on his body that temporarily relieved his headache, causing the events that transpired last night after he got drunk to replay in his mind vividly and realistically.

Steve Burton thought about how calm he had been when he sought out Ruby Gregory and told her he liked her. However, the moment he recalled himself crying in front of Ruby, pleading with her to consider him after she and Edric Reat broke up, something inside him snapped, causing his hand to shake and knock the shower gel off the shelf.

Alright, so he confessed his feelings and begged, those were just his genuine thoughts after all. But he couldn’t accept that he had actually cried in front of Ruby.

Fortunately, this was just an illusion, although an illusion that was a bit hard for him to handle.

While Steve was trying to soothe his emotions, which were shaken by the illusion, he finished washing up, changed into a suit, and left the bedroom. He then saw Rusell Henris sitting leisurely on his sofa, reading the newspaper. Hearing the door open, Rusell lifted his eyes and greeted him, “Good morning.”

Steve didn’t remember much of what happened after he’d passed out, so he subconsciously wanted to ask Rusell, “Why are you here?”.

However, he recalled calling Rusell to settle the bill last night. He assumed that Rusell had taken him home after he’d gotten completely wasted, so he swallowed his words and walked straight to the dining table.

Mrs. Taylor had already prepared breakfast and left. Steve sat down, grabbed a baguette, took a bite, and glanced at Rusell, “Aren’t you eating?”

“I will.” Rusell put down the newspaper, washed his hands in the shared bathroom on the first floor, and sat across from Steve. After serving himself a bowl of meat porridge, he stirred it with a spoon a few times and was about to take a sip when he smirked and said to Steve, “Not too bad last night, huh? You were able to drive so smoothly after getting that wasted.”

Steve realized he did drive last night—to Ruby’s place. Could it be that it wasn’t an illusion?

Steve’s heart skipped a beat, and he paused, chewing the baguette. He stared at Rusell nervously and asked, “Did you not take me home Bistro?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Yes, I did take you home.” Rusell replied languidly, and Steve’s heart began to return to its normal pace. Just as he was about to take another bite of the baguette, he heard Rusell’s lazy voice again, “But I didn’t take you home from The Sapphire Bistro.”

Steve’s heart was violently yanked once more. Doing his best to keep his voice steady, he asked, “Where did you pick me up from?”

“From Ruby Gregory’s place, of course…”

Rusell casually spoke the truth, and before he could finish his sentence, Steve dropped the baguette in his hand with a smack. It landed in his porridge bowl, splattering porridge all over his chest and face.