When Ruby Gregory came out of the restroom, Mrs. Taylor happened to be carrying medicine porridge up the stairs. Ruby dried her hands with a tissue, naturally walked to the bedside, lifted Steve Burton's shoulders, placed a thick cushion behind him to keep him in a half-sitting position, and then sat by the bed, glancing at Mrs. Taylor.
Mrs. Taylor quickly understood and handed Ruby a glass of milk.
Ruby took it, stirred the porridge with a spoon to let the heat dissipate slightly, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Steve's lips.
On Ruby's face was a flushed hue from just now when Mrs. Taylor revealed her actions, making her look charming and alluring.
Surely, every man must like such a considerate woman.
But it was what Steve feared the most.
Because he couldn't discern how much sincerity, and how much pretense, was hidden in her caring concern.
If she genuinely cared about him and if he refused to eat the porridge, she would consider his needs and persuade him.
