Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

Chapter 93

Elliot muttered, “You actually ordered warm fruit juice? You really are becoming increasingly fussy,

Tony.”

Myra felt even more ill at ease. Who would order warm drinks on a hot day? But… indeed, she could

only drink something warm because she was having her period these days. She wondered if Tony

ordered warm drinks by sheer coincidence or because of something else.

She glanced back at Tony, who—as it happened—was looking at her as well. There seemed to be an

emotion in his eyes that slowly permeated the private room, giving her a momentary impression that he

was wearing a tender expression.

Tender? Myra was stunned, but Tony had reassumed his usual stony face when she looked at him

again. He asked flatly, “Why are you looking at me, Miss Stark?”

Upon hearing his words, Myra was startled for a moment. Then, seeing that everyone was looking at

her, she instantly went red in the face. She wanted to say that he was looking at her as well, but saying

so would sound too suggestive, so she could only answer awkwardly, “I-It’s nothing.”

Tony was a man who could be very serious at one moment and instantly shameless in the next. Myra

had seen this mischievous side of him, but she hated herself for playing right into his hands every

single time. With that thought in mind, she snorted inwardly and turned her head away.

Tony’s eyes flickered with fondness at the sight of her lovably haughty demeanor.

Damian, however, had a complicated look in his eyes as he watched Myra and Tony’s interaction. He

was more conservative-minded, so rationally speaking, he didn’t quite approve of Tony’s involvement

with a married woman. Even though the woman would be getting a divorce soon, she hadn’t gotten a

divorce yet. It would be bad for both of them and their families if any rumors arose from this. However,

he was leaving soon and couldn’t care about these two people, so he could only hope that Tony

wouldn’t stir up too much trouble.

Myra ate her meal very quietly. Everyone else in the room were men, so they naturally had their own

stuff to talk about. Therefore, she only had to eat more and keep pretending to be invisible.

Surprisingly, Zion Club’s food was delicious and very much to her taste. The dishes that Tony ordered

afterward were placed in front of him, but they were easily within her reach. Basically, Tony rarely ate

those dishes, so Myra ended up eating them all.

Food that tasted rich was delicious, but there was a drawback—one would become thirsty after eating

them. Myra soon finished the glass of warm fruit juice in front of her. Just when she was thinking of

asking the waiter to serve her another glass when he came in, she suddenly choked on a chunk of

spicy chicken. Its spiciness spread right into her windpipe, causing her to have a bad cough.

A sudden silence fell over the dining table as everyone turned to look at her. Feeling even more

embarrassed, Myra immediately turned her head and suppressed her cough. It was apparent that she

was quite overwhelmed by the spiciness, for she hissed while coughing under her breath.

Just when Elliot was about to pass his red wine to Myra, a glass of warm fruit juice had been handed to

her. Myra uttered the word ‘thanks’ with much difficulty as she hastily took the glass of warm fruit juice

and drank it. The lukewarm fruit juice flowed down her throat, instantly making her feel a lot better.

However, after drinking the fruit juice, she suddenly recalled that she had finished her glass of fruit

juice. Since the waiter hadn’t come in yet, the only glass of fruit juice left on the dining table should

belong to Tony.

He’s drunk half of his fruit juice, but he handed his drink to me… Myra’s face turned even redder as she

felt there was a strange silence at the dining table.

Turning around slowly, she put down the glass of fruit juice in her hand with a stiff arm without daring to

look at everyone else. Then, she suddenly stood up, saying, “I-I’m going to the restroom.”

With that, she opened the door of the private room and ran outside right away, ignoring Elliot, who

shouted behind her, “There’s a restroom right here in the private room!”

Damian shot Tony a disapproving look. “You’ve gone too far, Tony.”

“Have I? How so?” retorted Tony calmly with a raised brow. Taking the glass of fruit juice that Myra had

drunk from just now, he drank the rest of it without batting an eyelid. After that, he stood up under the

disbelieving gaze of everyone else and said calmly, “I’m going to the restroom too.”

At the sight of what he did, Elliot, Philip, Lucas, and Shawn were rendered speechless.

Damian pursed his lips and was about to say something, but Elliot immediately interrupted him by

putting a whole piece of lobster onto his plate. “Damian, hurry up and taste this signature dish of Zion

Club. You won’t get to eat something so delicious for quite some time after you return to the army. Even

though I do say it myself, there’s no other place in Bradfort City aside from Zion Club that can make

such a delicacy…”

While he was babbling on and on, Tony had left the private room.

Damian was speechless as he stared at the big lobster in front of him.

Myra trotted straight to the restroom and headed for the faucet after leaving the private room. Ignoring

the fact that she was having her period, she turned the tap on and splashed cold water onto her face to

try to cool down her burning cheeks. What did Tony’s action just now mean?

At first, Myra could still comfort herself that Tony merely took a liking to her, but such feelings weren’t

necessarily romantic. To her, such feelings might be strictly professional, or he could be thinking of her

as an ordinary friend; narcissistically speaking, he probably just thought highly of her design talent.

Moreover, Tony responded with a stony face whenever she told him previously to keep some distance

from her, so she believed she didn’t have to flatter herself that he was interested in her.

However, what he had done in front of so many people just now had exceeded the boundaries of

ordinary friendship. She could no longer convince herself that she was merely fancying herself.

Staring at herself in the mirror with a complicated look in her eyes, Myra was—at this very moment—

overwhelmed with regret for driving her car to the Hart Group’s office without rhyme or reason on this

day. Just when she tucked her loose hair behind her ear, she suddenly saw a man’s tall figure walking

up to her from the corner of her eye.

Freezing instantly, she quickly turned around and was about to open the door to the ladies’ restroom

and hide inside. However, the man who came over was even faster—when she had just opened the

door a crack, he closed the door right away, trapping her between the door, the washstand, and

himself.

Then, he turned the key in the lock on the restroom door in a seemingly careless manner, locking the

restroom door easily. Putting his hands into his pockets, he turned to stare at the woman before him

with a pair of eyes as starry as the vast galaxy.

His big and square frame made Myra feel as if she was surrounded completely in his arms as he stood

before her. Such a dangerous side of him compelled her to have her guard up, so she looked at him

warily, asking, “What do you want to do, Director Hart?”

Tony didn’t answer her, though. Suddenly, he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket before drawing

a cigarette out of it. He lit it up, but he merely let it burn without taking a puff. Instantly, the air between

them seemed to have frozen.

The more Tony behaved this way, the more Myra couldn’t help letting her imagination run wild. She

couldn’t help wanting to run away from him when it occurred to her that he approached her on purpose,

but the man before her grabbed her left arm when she merely turned sideways.

As he held his cigarette in one hand while grabbing her left hand with the other, the look in his eyes C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

became complicated for a moment, but it turned unfathomable soon after that.

Myra’s heart jumped; she had a gut feeling that something bad was going to happen on this day. “Why

are you grabbing me, Director Hart…”