Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

Chapter 75

No one bothered about Elliot anymore, for Philip had already opened the private room door, and the

woman standing outside was indeed Myra. She was still wearing an OL outfit from Chanel, the contrast

of the light gray fabric against her fair skin giving her a gentle and comfortable feeling. Her long hair

was tied back, baring her slender and delicate neck, while there was faint makeup on her exquisite RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

face. It was just right, neither too plain nor too outstanding.

Upon seeing Philip, she was stunned for a moment before she murmured in mild embarrassment, “I’m

sorry. I think I got the wrong room.”

Just when she was about to turn around, Philip chuckled lightly. “You must be Miss Stark, yes? Director

Hart is indeed in this room, so do come in.”

Myra halted, finally remembering that she’d once seen the man in front of her. That time, he gave me a

hand during the Hart Family’s banquet. Thus, she looked over his shoulder into the room. Smoke

lingered in the room, but it didn’t obstruct her vision. Even in a crowd of equally outstanding men, Tony

Hart is still identifiable at a single glance!

Philip flashed her a smile before pivoting and walking back in.

With the black jacket in hand, Myra hesitated for a moment. Then, she trailed behind him.

Tony was sitting close to the back. At this time, Lucas had already stood up and nonchalantly ambled

over to the window with both hands in his pockets. He opened the window, yet his gaze traveled back

every so often.

Coming to a stop near Lucas’ seat, Myra handed the black jacket to Tony. “Director Hart, this is the

jacket you left at the construction site today. David asked me to bring it here and give it to you.” Her

voice was just like her person, exceedingly gentle.

Elliot eagerly glanced at her several times. I initially suspected her motives, but after understanding

Tony’s ‘motives,’ I think hers simply pale in significance and aren’t even worth mentioning! “M… Miss

Stark.” He stifled his original address of ‘Mrs. Hart’ even as his brain whirred. Out of the blue, he

fawningly moved over and took the jacket from her. “Do you play poker, Miss Stark?”

Myra recognized the man before her. When I went to Hart Group once, I bumped into him on Tony

Hart’s floor. Hence, she knew that he was Young Master Elliot. Looks like he’s a good friend of his. As

she stared at the poker table in front of her, she honestly shook her head. “No.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Clapping his hands, Elliot guffawed. “Tony is good at poker, so he can teach you

later.”

Myra shifted her gaze to Tony awkwardly. Ever since she came in, he hadn’t said a single word, his

face as expressionless as ever, and he wasn’t looking at her at this time. Thus, she shook her head at

Elliot in mortification. “I’m sorry, but you all go on, Young Master Elliot. I’m just here to deliver the jacket

tonight, so I’ll be leaving after doing so.”

“Why are you in such a hurry to leave when you’re already here, Miss Stark?” Elliot spared no effort in

persuading her to stay. Then, he even tugged on her arm to seat her right beside Tony, but Tony’s

glacial gaze suddenly shot to Myra’s arm which he held. His heart jolting, he instinctively released his

hold on her even as he inwardly exclaimed, I’m dead!

Failing to react in time, Myra abruptly tumbled in the direction of his reaction force and toppled right into

Tony’s lap.

Time seemed to come to a standstill at this moment. Even the expression of the most imperturbable

Lucas a near distance away changed slightly.

Having fallen into someone’s embrace, Myra was enveloped by the familiar musky smell. She fell into a

trance for a second, but in the next moment, her face instantly flushed bright red as though on fire. “I’m

sorry, Director Hart!” She hastily scrambled up from the lap of the man behind her before shooting Elliot

who was feigning innocence nearby an aggravated look. Never mind if you pulled me, but why did you

suddenly let go?

Tony’s brows furrowed slightly, his eyes still cold as he replied, “It’s okay.” He then looked at the jacket

in Elliot’s hand with squinted eyes, but no one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he placidly

said to Myra, “Thank you for bringing me the jacket, Miss Stark.”

It’s really strange to hear him saying thank you! Myra hurriedly waved a dismissive hand and brushed it

off before she whirled around to leave the room.

All of a sudden, the sound of a glass clattering back onto the table rang out, followed by Philip’s

concerned voice. “Tony, you’ve got to use your right hand if you want to have a drink. Have you

forgotten that your left hand is injured and indisposed?”

At once, Myra stopped in her tracks and pursed her lips.

Upon seeing this, Elliot promptly chimed in, saying, “But how can you manage when you’ve got to

drink, smoke, and also draw cards, Tony? Say, you’re really careless. Why did you injure your hand

when you’re already this old? Don’t you know how important your hand is?”

As his voice was loud, the guilt within Myra grew. Biting her lip, she suddenly spun around and walked

back toward the three of them, or more accurately speaking, toward Tony. Coming to a stop behind

him, she inhaled deeply, a glimmer of guilt flashing across her eyes as she stared at the unfathomable

man before her. “If you don’t mind, why don’t I help to draw cards for you tonight, Director Hart?” This

was a sudden decision. His hand was only injured because of me, so if I were to just turn around and

leave despite the puddle of water in front of him and his indisposed hand, it’ll be a bit too cold-blooded

of me. Earlier, Young Master Elliot probably asked me to stay and draw cards because he thought

about this.

She was actually a touch apprehensive when she offered to stay since Tony was too indecipherable. If

he declines, it’ll seem as though I’m deliberately coming on to him. Her expression stiffened

imperceptibly. After waiting for so long that she thought he was going to turn her down, she

unexpectedly saw him nodding placidly. “Sure.” Her nerves finally relaxed, but in the next moment, they

stretched taut though she couldn’t quite understand why she was getting nervous.

As the reek of cigarette smoke in the room had dissipated significantly, Lucas closed the window and

returned to his seat.

Conversely, Tony got up from the poker table and stood to the back. All of a sudden, he reached out

and pulled Myra over, putting his hands on her shoulders and steering her into his seat.

His hands were warm and dry, seemingly burning Myra’s shoulders through the thin layer of clothing.

For a moment, regret assailed her. Why did I volunteer myself? But it’s too late to back out now, so I’ve

got no choice but to bite the bullet! She tried recalling the poker games she’d seen in the past and

imitated the moves. She indeed had no idea how to play poker, but fortunately, Tony guided her at the

back.

For some reason—perhaps because he’s too close to me—I can smell the faint scent of tobacco on

him, but it’s not pungent or off-putting.

She was rather lost throughout the entire game. She’d just drawn a card and was a second away from

opening it when a massive hand shot out and half-wrapped around the hand in which she held the

card. His fingers are tapered, long and slender yet carrying a masculine air, very much alluring. She

stared at the hand, her face burning so hotly that it almost combusted.

“You can’t open this card because Elliot had just raised the stakes. If you do so, it’ll only reveal your

hand.” Tony’s voice was deep and sexy, his warm breath brushing against her neck, making her feel as

though she was sitting on pins and needles. Very quickly, he flipped open another card before placing

the card in her hands into the stack of cards.

Elliot thumped his hand onto the table in dismay. “I’ve finally met a novice, yet you’re monopolizing the

game, Tony!”