The room was dead silent, with only the echo of Steve Burton's footsteps, which eventually stopped in front of the sofa.
Steve's gaze slowly fell upon Ruby Gregory, who was curled up on the sofa, looking disheveled.
The woman's head was turned toward the inside of the sofa, her shoulders trembling slightly as if she were crying.
Steve's brow furrowed fiercely, his heart feeling like it was being tightly grasped by something, accompanied by intense pain and a crazed joy.
He stared at her for a moment, swallowed, then slowly leaned down, raised his hand, gripped Ruby's chin, and pulled her face out of the sofa.
The face of Ruby that Steve saw was, apart from being pale, just as usual, without the slightest trace of tears.
Ha, was he delusional? She didn't even care about him, so how could she feel sad by his actions?
