Ruby Gregory said "please come in," and the waiter entered. He looked at Ruby without a trace of disdain: "Ms. Gregory, would you like Chinese or Western food for your meal later?"
Only then did Ruby confirm that the hotel staff hadn't entered the suite and didn't know about her embarrassment and disgrace. Ruby pulled herself together and said, "Chinese."
"Alright." The waiter smiled, nodded, and left the presidential suite.
Ruby remained indifferent as she waited for the waiter to leave, her brows slightly furrowing only afterward.
If the waiter hadn't entered the suite, did that mean that everything last night was done by Steve Burton?
He carried her into another bedroom and tenderly tucked her in with a blanket?
And the clothes she was wearing now were also delivered by his order, then personally brought to the suite?
The more Ruby thought about it, the more puzzled she became. Why would Steve do all this?
