To the Love of My Life

Chapter 38: No Choice But to Endure (2)

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The car was very quiet. In the silence, Steve Burton seemed a little dazed as he stared at Ruby Gregory’s beautiful face, with a slight loss of focus.

He was three years older than her. When he was a little grown-up wearing a suit and trying to look cool, she happened to be wearing a soft pink princess dress and learning to walk in the Gregorys’ yard.

Watching her maid leave, she slowly walked towards the fence that separated the two yards.

She had just learned to walk and her steps were still a bit shaky. After taking a few steps, she accidentally fell to the ground. She didn’t mind the dirt and crawled using her hands and feet.

There was a large gap in the fence between the two yards. At just one-year-old, she crawled through the gap and into the Burtons’ yard.

At the time, four-year-old Steve was already recognizing many characters and loved storybooks. He tried to imitate the adults, crossed one leg over the other, read the story with great interest. However, he realized there was some weight on his raised foot. Frowning, Steve looked up and saw a dirty little girl holding onto his leg. She stood up, rubbing against him, eyeing the book in his hand with innocent, curious eyes.

Even though he was only four years old, Steve was already obsessively clean. Seeing her beautiful dress, white socks, and chubby little face covered in mud, he frowned without hesitation and pulled his leg free from her grasp. After placing the storybook on the table, he took a tissue and began wiping the dirt from his trousers.

Perhaps due to pulling his leg away too quickly, the girl lost her balance and squatted on the ground. Instead of crying, she rolled over on the spot, crawled over to the table, stood up silently, and reached out her dirty little hand towards his storybook.

He had just gotten to an exciting part of the story, and her hand was so filthy that he quickly said with disgust, “Dirty!” Steve quickly snatched the storybook away.

At that time, she could already understand most languages and speak simple words. She probably knew “dirty” was a bad adjective, so she pouted and glared at him, visibly annoyed.

A girl this dirty, he had no intention of bothering with her! Steve picked up his book, intending to escape to his room without a second thought. But as he stood up, she suddenly reached out, and her nimble hands quickly snatched the storybook from him.

Steve turned around and instinctively tried to take it back.

She probably knew he was going to grab it or that she couldn’t get away with it, so her plump little hands tore the storybook in half..