The bedroom was eerily quiet.
Ruby Gregory slept soundly on the bed.
Steve Burton stood silently beside the bed, staring at Ruby. His eyes lacked their usual coldness, replaced with a thick, lingering sadness.
At this moment, she didn't have a place in his heart. If she were to have a child, the Burtons would let him marry her, right?
What would happen then?
Steve didn't want to think about it, but his mind couldn't help but entertain such a conjecture.
By then, Ruby wouldn't devote any attention to him at all.
By then, Ruby would treat him with icy politeness, just as she did now.
By then, Ruby would always be like she was now in front of him, a dignified, cautious, knowledgeable, and reasonable woman.
By then, Ruby...
As Steve thought about it, he couldn't bear to continue thinking.
The night was deep, and the stars and city lights outside the window had become somewhat silent along with Steve.
He couldn't marry a woman who didn't love him at all.
