So she always dressed in the same unchanging style, always wearing blue, and her body was always enveloped by the faint scent of Chanel No. 5 perfume.
But she didn't know that for Steve, these preferences could change.
What he liked was her, and he thought that the faint natural fragrance she exuded was much more charming than the scent of Chanel No. 5.
What he liked was her, and as long as she wore the clothes, no matter what color, he would find them more adorable than his favorite blue.
Ruby really didn't know that doing things according to his habits would bring her ridicule.
She folded his clothes one by one and placed them on the sofa, then picked up the laundry list on the table and marked the clothes to be washed.
Ruby secretly glanced at Steve and found his face even more terrifying, so she lowered her head and said, "I'll call for you now."
She hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed the number for room service.
