Ruby Gregory woke up again, and it was already dark outside the window.
No lights were on in the bedroom, making the room seem somewhat dim.
Because Ruby had slept for so long, her mind was somewhat foggy, unable to make out what time it was.
She held onto the blanket, sitting up from the bed. She was about to turn on the light when she saw a silhouette sitting on the sofa in front of the French windows of the bedroom.
Although the room was somewhat dim, Ruby could faintly make out the silhouette's noble aura through the dimness.
It was the distinctive aura that Steve Burton possessed from birth.
Ruby vaguely saw that the man was holding something in his hand, knocking on the coffee table in front of the sofa, producing weak and high-pitched sounds repeatedly.
Whether because the room was too dark, or because Ruby was somewhat afraid of Steve at the moment. The rhythmic sound made a thread of fear rise in her heart.
