Thinking of this, Steve felt utterly exhausted, with a slightly pale face, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face.
He was not supposed to be such a man.
The love, hatred, passion, and emotions were all under the control of a woman named Ruby Gregory.
However, some things seemed to be predetermined in the unseen realm.
She stepped into his life with shaky footsteps, and since then, for nearly twenty-three years, she has turned his world upside down.
He loves her deeply, while she is as indifferent as water.
Maybe in her heart, twenty-three years is merely a simple number to be casually mentioned, not worth much.
But to him, it is his entire life.
All along, what he wanted was for her to willingly be with him, to kiss, to make love, not to deal with him as if it were a task to be completed.
It was as if taking painkillers for her, merely forcing herself to accept him.
