Chapter 780: Chapter 780: The Most Romantic Proposal (10)
She bought a fish, lively one at that, placed it on the chopping block. She lifted her knife several tis, steeling herself to strike down, yet not daring to make the move. She was faced with the fish, completely at a loss, till she finally gritted her teeth and smacked hard at the fish’s head. But the fish didn’t die; instead, it splashed her face with its bloody red insides. Terrified, she let go of her knife, watched it drop onto her foot, and spent a good while squatting on the ground in pain. She eventually got up, washed her knife thoroughly under the tap, held it in both hands, took several deep breaths to muster her courage, then with all the strength she could muster, once again struck rcilessly at the fish’s head.
And this ti, the fish really died. She took a pair of scissors, made incisions, and removed everything from inside the fish’s abdon.
From behind a pane of glass, Howard Coleman carefully observed Madeleine’s anxious and uneasy expression.
In Howard’s mory, Madeleine was always treated like a pampered princess. Whether it ca to clothing or food, everything was handed to her on a silver platter. She never had to do any cooking; even if she needed a drink, a call was all it took for a maid to bring it over to her imdiately.
But now, for his sake, she has gone shopping for groceries and is clumsily killing fish in this rather untidy and chaotic kitchen area within the hospital.
From his position outside the window, Howard watched Madeleine for a very long ti before slowly turning around and walking away.
As he reached the hospital building where he resided, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. A very ancient paulownia tree stood right there. It had a thick trunk and plentiful leaves. He lifted his head to gaze directly at this tree, and for so reason, he imdiately thought of Madeleine in the hospital kitchen struggling to clean the fish.
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At night, after eating dinner, Ruby Gregory, with the help of the nurses, ca to bathe each of The Triplets, feed them their nightly milk, and put them to sleep before returning to Steve Burton’s bedroom.
While Ruby was getting ready to take a shower, she reached out to squeeze so body wash, glanced at her flawless fingers, which were empty, and rembered the proposal she witnessed at Tis Square that afternoon.
Her man, wealthy enough to compete with the nation, was charming and refined, desired by all, and was thousands of tis better than the man who had proposed.
She was prettier than that girl, richer than that girl. But she’d never experienced her own earnest and romantic proposal.
Ruby Gregory sighed deeply as the slight improvent in her mood began to fade. After drying off her body with a towel, she erged from the bathroom, her long hair dripping wet.
Steve Burton, who was watching a financial news program on the bed, saw Ruby’s wet hair, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He then tossed his TV remote aside, got off the bed, picked up a hairdryer, plugged it in, sat down on the couch, and beckoned Ruby over.
Ruby walked over naturally, laying down and resting her neck on Steve’s knees, allowing him to skillfully dry her hair with one hand while combing through it with the other.
While Steve was drying her hair, Ruby picked up her cellphone, opened up Twitter, and happened to see a tweet one of her friends forwarded about a beautiful wedding dress.
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