To the Love of My Life - Chapter 482: 482: What do I mean to you? (12)

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: What do I mean to you? (12)
In the past, each time she got close to him with an ulterior motive, he would angrily scold her, disgusted and annoyed by her actions. She would feel sad and humiliated, but never to the extent she felt now, like her pain was being cut with a knife.

Ever since she was little, the Gregorys had told her that she was to be married to Steve Burton. Only by marrying Steve could the Gregorys continue their wealthy and honorable life. Thus, their requirement naturally became her dream. She had always fought tirelessly to make this dream come true, by any means necessary, without ever feeling that she did anything wrong. She even believed that as long as she achieved her goal, she was successful.

But now, hearing from him that she married him for his money and questioning why she has to feign loftiness by repaying him, she felt as if he had slapped her hard across the face. She couldn’t look him in the eye.

How strange… In the past, all she wanted was to win his favor, never caring about his opinion of her.

Even now, she felt that her past actions and strategies, which she had once been so proud of, seemed dirty and despicable. Consequently, she also felt a sense of shame about herself…

She had come to repay him to ease her conscience and make him happy, but now, she felt that she couldn’t face him any longer.

Panic filled Ruby’s eyes, and she didn’t know where she found the courage to suddenly push Steve away. She bent down to pick up the bank card from the floor but didn’t dare to hand it to him; instead, she left it hastily on the bedside table.

Throughout the whole process, Ruby didn’t dare to look at Steve. It wasn’t that she couldn’t look at him; rather, she couldn’t face him.

She was afraid to see disgust and loathing in Steve’s eyes.

At that moment, she realized, with some regret, that her previous attempts to get close to and please Steve had been driven by ulterior motives.

After placing the bank card down, Ruby hastily said, “I’ve left the card here. I need to go back to the hospital to take care of Dad. I’m leaving now.”

With that, Ruby lowered her head, turned around, and walked towards the bedroom door. However, she hadn’t made it even two steps before she felt her wrist being violently grabbed, and then she was suddenly thrown onto the bed.

Dizziness overcame Ruby, and before she could fully recover, she felt Steve atop her. He didn’t waste any time or make any additional moves; he simply tore off their clothes and rushed at her headlong.

It had been a while since Ruby had experienced this kind of pain. Subconsciously, she wanted to reach up and grab Steve’s shoulders, but as soon as her fingers touched his skin, she seemed to remember something and let her hand drop, disappointment settling in. Instead, she tightly gripped the bedsheet underneath her.

Steve noticed her subtle gesture, and the suppressed anger in his chest swelled even more. Consequently, his force grew stronger as well.

Ruby had always thought that intimacy between two people involved insufferable pain because Steve had never treated her gently. But ever since she had told him that she took painkillers because she feared pain, he had become extremely patient when they made love, treating her like a treasured gem. He would carefully kiss and caress her for a long time, only continuing once she was comfortable and relaxed.

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