Chapter 252

"I like his songs," Ruby replied, feeling as if she had skillfully navigated the question. But Michael's eyebrows tightened. A flicker of irritation crossed his eyes, as if an unspoken fear had gripped him. "But… do you still like him?" His voice carried a firm undertone, concealing a deeper concern. Seeing his reaction, Ruby knew she had no choice but to calm him down. She reached beneath the table and gently took Michael’s hand in hers. At her soft touch, Michael’s expression softened. He entwined his fingers with hers tightly — as if claiming her. Ruby sighed inwardly. The rough pads of Michael's fingers were now slowly, deliberately tracing circles on her palm — reminding her in their own way that she was his. The sensation was so intense and distracting that she could barely follow Zinghao’s performance anymore. Her entire focus had narrowed down to the warmth and pressure of his grip beneath the tablecloth. Meanwhile, at a table in the third row, Laura’s attention had strayed fro