To the Love of My Life - Chapter 487: 487: What do I mean to you? (17)

Chapter 487: Chapter 487: What do I mean to you? (17)
The woman instinctively shook her head, but in an instant, Steve Burton’s brow furrowed fiercely, and his expression darkened. He pulled her hair a bit harder, causing her face to turn pale, and her body to tense up. She hurriedly changed her shaking head to a nod.

Only then did Steve’s expression soften, and his face returned to the gentle warmth of just moments before. His eyes stared deeply into hers, and he asked earnestly, “Whatever you need, just tell me. I’ll get it done for you.”

Their relationship was nothing more than a transaction, a fleeting encounter after which they would go their separate ways. Even if she had difficulties, there was no reason to ask for his help. So the woman hastily smiled and said, “Mr. Burton, I really don’t have anything…”

“What do you want me to do for you?” Steve interrupted her abruptly, his tone cold.

Startled by his words, the woman shivered again. She blinked, staring at Steve for a while before giving the most common excuse, “I need money.”

“Fine.” Steve, as if he had heard the most heart-stirring words in the world, let a faint smile spread through his eyes and brows. Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and without looking, took two cards and stuffed them into the woman’s hand, asking gently, “Is that enough?”

After Steve’s question, before the woman could answer, he took another card out of his wallet and handed it to her, saying, “If that’s not enough, take this one as well.”

The woman gazed at the unexpected bank cards in her hand, feeling somewhat dazed.

Yet Steve seemed to think it was still not enough. After some thought, he took the ID directly out of his wallet and handed the entire wallet to the woman, “Take it all.”

The wallet was a limited edition Hermès. It was filled with a thick stack of cash. The woman took the money, her palm feeling strangely warm.

But Steve stared at her hand gripping his wallet and cards, smiling slightly, his expression seemingly satisfied.

His smile was pure and sincere, like that of a child who received a reward or a candy in their youth.

How wonderful it would be, Ruby. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it without hesitation. How wonderful… But why do you never need me?

As Steve pondered, his smile gradually turned melancholic.

The woman Steve had brought, sat next to him, not daring to speak or move, holding the wallet and cards he had given her.

After a long time, the woman saw no response from Steve and couldn’t help but speak up, “Mr. Burton.”

Steve’s smile froze at the sound of those three words.

This self-directed, self-acted dream he had created would eventually come to an end.

Gazing at the chandelier on the ceiling, Steve blinked the corner of his eye, not even looking at the woman next to him. In a cool tone, he said, “You can leave now.”

He paid a substantial amount of money to have her come over just to have her say a few words like that? The woman sat in a daze on the sofa, not moving.

Steve repeated impatiently, “Go!”

Frightened, the woman immediately got up, hesitated, and threw Steve’s wallet and cards onto the couch. She picked up her things and hurriedly left.

In the suite, the room quickly fell into silence, leaving Steve alone. He remained in his previous position, motionless, the corner of his eye fixed on the crystal light growing wet.

PS: That’s all for today, continue tomorrow~