Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

Chapter 79

After the confrontation with Sean, Myra’s good mood back when she was playing poker with the few

men had vanished altogether. She was just about to ask whether he’d mind taking a taxi home, but the

man standing before her suddenly circled to the passenger seat and pulled the car door open. Upon

seeing that she remained motionless, Tony even arched an eyebrow in surprise. “What’s wrong?”

Then, he slid right into the passenger seat.

The words were on the tip of Myra’s tongue, but as she watched his successive movements, she

swallowed them. Never mind, my place is indeed not far from his apartment. Hence, she bent down

and slipped into the driver’s seat before promptly starting the engine and driving away.

Even though it was night time, the sky outside was brightly lit. In the near distance was a huge LED

screen that was playing a massive advertisement. It was an advertisement for a shampoo, and the

female model was someone familiar to her—Lyla Fisher, who’d now returned in a cloud of glory as a

renowned pianist in the United States.

Due to her outstanding looks and magnificent aura, she’d long since gained a foothold in the

entertainment industry, with plenty of companies seeking her out to film advertisements. Two days ago,

Myra even found out from the Advertising Department of Chase Group that the company had already

proposed the candidates for the ambassador role for Sunny Bay Project to Hart Group, and among

them was naturally Lyla. She’d just come back, yet Sean couldn’t wait to please her! Recalling his

words earlier, a stab of pain assailed her.

“If you continue spacing out, you’re going to rear-end the car ahead in ten meters.” A low and deep

male voice sounded beside her.

Abruptly snapping back to her senses, Myra slammed on the brakes hard. The two of them pitched

forward forcefully before the safety belts snapped them back. As a bout of dizziness assaulted her from

the impact, she inadvertently glimpsed the wound on Tony’s left hand. In a flash, her eyes were filled

with guilt. “I’m sorry, Director Hart…” After all, it was a great transgression to zone out while driving, for

it wasn’t only an act of being irresponsible toward oneself, but also to others.

Tony’s features were obscured in the shadows, so she couldn’t quite discern his expression. However,

she felt that his expression was rather grim at this moment though she couldn’t be certain whether she

was reading too much into things.

“Myra Stark, I’ve always felt that you’re a smart woman. A smart woman will never allow herself to end

up in such a pathetic state time and again,” Tony declared out of the blue. He turned and stared fixedly

at the woman whose face had drained of color from fright. Under the dim streetlights, a sense of

charming allure was added to his striking features. Meanwhile, his profound eyes resembled a

whirlpool that had people unconsciously sucked into them as they gazed at him, unable to extricate

themselves.

Upon hearing that, Myra’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Probably every single person in

Bradfort City is aware of my failed marriage. At this moment, a sense of helplessness enveloped her,

and it felt as though all her strength had been sapped away. “You don’t understand…” she suddenly

muttered softly. “I’ve loved him for a whole six years, so I’m long since used to loving him like this. I

know it’s not ideal, but I just… can’t help it…”

The aggrieved expression on her face had Tony’s expression darkening. Before he could say anything,

she abruptly started the car and drove away. In no time, the car came to a stop below his apartment.

Myra alighted from the car and opened the car door for him personally.

Then, Tony slowly climbed out of the passenger seat, his gaze meeting her limpid eyes. Those eyes

clearly belong to a staunch woman, but in some matters, she’s just cowardly.

“Thank you for saving me today, Director Hart.” Myra uneasily turned her head to a side upon seeing

that he was merely staring at her intently. Just after she’d thanked him, something occurred to her out

of the blue. He seems to have helped me too many times. All at once, she stiffened slightly, at a loss for

words.

“Go home and rest earlier,” Tony murmured placidly. She had been expecting that he’d say something

else, but that was the only thing he said.

While she was stunned, he’d already pivoted and walked toward his apartment. Myra inhaled deeply as

she stared at his straight back. Unbidden, a wealth of warmth engulfed her.

Meanwhile, Tony walked to the door of his apartment with a hand in his pocket, his face devoid of

expression. At the door, Philip was already waiting with a first-aid kit in his hand. In the beginning, he

didn’t understand it when Tony said not to bother with his injury first, but when he saw Myra Stark

arriving, understanding instantly dawned. For that reason, he was now waiting at his door for him to

come back.

Tony then opened the door, and Philip trailed in after him. “I heard from Elliot that Myra bumped into

Sean Chase on their way out of Zion Club. Is everything fine?”

The moment Tony heard this, his expression immediately darkened.

Aware that he’d said something wrong, Philip hurriedly amended his statement. “Don’t be overly

impatient in such a matter, Tony. After all, Myra used to love that man. You just need to show her your

virtues and slowly enclose her in your circle of protection. Sooner or later, she’ll become your woman!”

Sooner or later, she’ll become my woman? But I don’t think I can wait any longer! Squinting, Tony

looked down at the continuous stream of cars below from the floor-to-ceiling windows in his apartment,

his gaze gradually darkening.

While Sean might not know where this apartment of Myra’s was, her family certainly did. After parking

the car, Myra took the elevator up. When her gaze alighted on the girl who was standing a near

distance away the moment she stepped out of the elevator, she again stiffened. A girl of about 22 years

old in a light blue dress stood outside her apartment, her wavy waist-length hair pinned to the back of

her head gracefully. She had a petite face with exquisite features, and her skin was delicate, while long

eyelashes framed her limpid eyes. In fact, she resembled Myra closely! Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Upon seeing Myra, she took a step forward and greeted her softly. “Sis…”

Myra’s brows furrowed. As though she hadn’t seen her, she walked past her expressionlessly and

headed toward the courtyard.

“Sis… Sis, are you still angry at me?” Behind her, the woman’s voice drifted over faintly. After a series

of frantic footsteps, Kris stood before Myra, blocking her path. “Sis, I was too rash the previous time. I

shouldn’t have taken your room. I just thought that you’re already married and rarely come home to

stay anyway, so the room will just remain empty. In that case, I might as well use it. If you’re angry, I’ll

just ask Mom to switch our rooms back when I go home.”

“Don’t call me ‘Sis’,” Myra snapped ruthlessly as soon as Kris was done speaking. When the woman

across from her paled at once, the corners of her mouth curved into an icy arc. “Kris, your mother isn’t

my mother, and you’re not my sister either. In the future, just address me directly by my name when

you see me.” She wanted to continue walking, but the woman in front of her just wouldn’t move away.

“Sis, I know you have a misunderstanding about me and my mother. We never thought of stealing Dad

away. It’s just that… Dad is up in years, so isn’t it good to have me and my mother keeping him

company?”

Upon seeing that Kris was going to pester her for a while, Myra wasn’t in so much of a hurry to enter

her house anymore. She stared at the girl who was seemingly weak and innocent before her. But the

truth is that if it weren’t for her and her mother’s sudden appearance back then, my mother wouldn’t

have callously abandoned me and committed suicide!