Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

Chapter 192

“Admit it; you like this, don’t you?” Tony pulled his lips into a grimace. He turned around and headed

into the living room, leaving behind the angry old man.

“Only you like this! Your entire family likes it!” Sebastian finished speaking, only to realize that his

statement included himself. Thus, his aged face was so furious that even more wrinkles appeared. Lisa

is still the best. She doesn’t upset me like this. All of a sudden, he felt as if he had wasted an entire

afternoon away when he could have had lunch with his wife instead. Why did I visit this stupid couple

just to make myself angry? How stupid of me!

While Myra was busying herself in the kitchen, Tony settled some company affairs with his laptop in the

living room while Sebastian pretended to read the newspaper next to him. One hour later, lunch was

served.

Sebastian wasn’t sure if it was done on purpose. However, all of his favorite dishes were placed in front

of him. Meanwhile, Tony only had a plate of plain spinach in front of him.

Myra picked up her spoon and nonchalantly announced, “Lunch is served.”

“Hahaha—” Sebastian laughed heartily when he saw the difference in treatment between him and his

grandson. He finally felt the resentment building up in his chest for such a long time diminishing.

In contrast, Tony’s expression was as dark as night. All of a sudden, he rudely slammed his spoon on

the table with a loud ‘thud’. Folding his arms across his chest, he pressed his thin lips together tightly.

Myra casually took a serving of spinach from the plate in front of him and nonchalantly asked, “What’s

wrong? Is there something wrong with the taste?” Pretending to taste it, she lifted an eyebrow at him.

“It tastes fine.”

Raising her eyebrow at him right now felt rather similar to what Tony usually did. Thus, it made Tony

narrow his eyes at the sight.

“Don’t mind him; don’t mind him. Come, Myra. The fish you cooked looks great. I love it.” Sebastian

hurriedly invited Myra to eat with him.

“Thank you.” She naturally felt happy when she was being praised. As a result, the awkward

atmosphere from just now faded greatly. She was just about to help herself to the fish for a taste when

she suddenly felt her body being lifted into the air. In the next moment, she was already in the

scorching embrace of the man next to her.

“You b*stard! What are you doing?!” The first to object was Sebastian.

Tony carried Myra in his arms and walked toward the staircase. He looked her straight in the eye and

expressionlessly replied, “Making great-grandchildren!”

Upon hearing those words, Sebastian blushed beet red but closed his mouth and said nothing more.

“Tony Hart!” Myra was so furious that she wanted to kick the man in front of her.

“Go ahead; scream! Scream louder!” In just a few seconds, Tony had climbed to the top of the stairs

and turned around to enter the bedroom. He immediately trapped the woman in his arms against the

door. His stiff body pressed against her soft body tightly and seamlessly, and his actions were rough. It

happened in the blink of an eye—Myra felt the heat of the man in front of her against her body. In the

next moment, that man’s thin lips covered hers forcefully…

By the time a certain man had had his fill, Myra was completely exhausted. Tony had placed her on the

King-sized bed and the pure black bedsheets surrounding her made her arm outside the blankets

appear even fairer and more delicate. Toward the end, she was practically begging for him to stop

making love to her. When he felt satisfied with her begging, he finally released her. By then, she was so

tired that she couldn’t even keep her eyes open anymore.

A knock on the door sounded from the outside. Tony tucked Myra’s arm under the blanket and pulled

her closer into his embrace before lightly saying, “Enter.”

Sebastian poked his head in through the door. Needless to say, he detected the smell of sex lingering

in the air. Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he muttered, “Can you call my driver for me and ask him to

pick me up? My phone ran out of battery.”

Tony frowned slightly. “Use the phone downstairs.”

Sebastian knew that he could have used the phone downstairs. However, he simply wanted to come

and ascertain that the poor girl had not been devoured to the point where only her bones were left.

When he saw the slight rise and fall of the bundle in his grandson’s arms, he guessed that Myra had

fallen asleep. Only then did he feel relieved. Then, he glanced at his grandson reproachfully and softly

scolded, “Don’t go overboard. If you scare her away, I’ll see what you’re going to do then!”

“Stop nagging.” A trace of impatience appeared on Tony’s face. “Close the door behind you.”

Sebastian choked on those words. He was just about to slam the door in a rage when he paused mid-

motion and turned back again. “What are you planning to do with that thing outside?”

At that moment, Tony felt the body lying in his arms stiffen noticeably and he narrowed his eyes in

response. It was obvious he knew who Sebastian was referring to by ‘that thing outside’. When he had

Myra pressed against the railing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window just now, they had seen

Kris standing outside the gates and refusing to leave. The glass was specially treated so that the

people on the inside could look outside, but the people on the outside could not see anything inside.

Despite the passionate atmosphere between them at the time, he had noticed an absent-minded look

in Myra’s eyes at the sight of Kris.

“Ignore her.” He had always been indifferent toward women. Still, it was clear that Kris’ incessant

pestering and harassment had left him feeling utterly repulsed, not to mention the pain she and Rachel

had brought to Myra.

After Sebastian left, Tony slid his hand from Myra’s face to her delicate neck to the soft plumpness of

her left bosom. Kneading her left bosom lightly, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before nimbly

getting up. He tucked the blanket around her, took her phone, and went downstairs.

Following Sebastian’s departure, the door of the villa opened again. This time around, Kris stood in the

yard with a slightly emotional expression. Turning around to face the man that had opened the door Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

and walked out, she seemed as if she didn’t know what to do for a moment. Her expression was

extremely aggrieved. “Tony…”

She had hung around for nearly four hours now. She was unwilling to admit defeat and leave. At the

same time, she felt furious that she couldn’t enter the villa and could only wait outside. When she saw

Sebastian coming out, she had wanted to approach and talk to him. However, he clearly did not want to

waste his time with her. He immediately got into his car and left. With her arrogant temperament, she

would have flipped her hair and left immediately if it were the Kris from past times. For some reason,

she didn’t dare to do that now. She was afraid she might lose her only chance if she left now.

Alas, this man is still unable to resist me. He is here to meet me. “Tony…” Kris called out to him again

in a voice heavy with resentment and a glimmer of expectation.

Meanwhile, Tony stepped out into the garden but did not step forward to open the gate. He strode to

the gate and stood motionless. Under her bright-eyed gaze, he took out a cigarette and lit it. He held

the cigarette between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand with an unapproachable look

and a languid posture. Then, he held a white phone in his left hand and dialed a number right in front of

her.

The other party answered the call quickly with a deep baritone voice belonging to a man. “Myra, why

are you calling me so suddenly?”

“President Stark, listen carefully to who I am.” Tony blew out a smoke ring, his eyes looking as deep

and cold as ice.

Cameron was slightly taken aback. He seemed to have a faint recollection of this male voice. I spoke to

this man recently. Moreover, it was during… Despite his surprise, he felt slightly hesitant too. “Director

Hart?”

“You have a good memory, President Stark,” Tony replied with a fake smile.

When all was said and done, Cameron was a veteran in the business. He quickly composed himself

and said, “Why is Myra’s phone with you, Director Hart…” His voice carried a questioning and doubtful

tone to it.

Tony gave a low laugh. “Why don’t you take a guess, President Stark?” Although it was a laugh, his

laughter held no warmth. Besides, something like that was easily understood even without guessing.

For a long time, Cameron looked at the busy traffic downstairs while various expressions flitted across

his face. Finally, he managed to force a weak smile on his face. “Myra, that child… How could she keep

this from us? It is her honor to be in a relationship with you, Director Hart. Why didn’t she tell us about

it? Director Hart, Myra is a willful child. I hope you don’t blame her if she ever upsets you in the future.”