Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me novel Chapter 7

“Um…” Myra found herself at a loss for words as she blinked at him.

A graceful Tony stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. She stared at his long fingers as he did so, noting how slender and delicately tapered they were.

She swallowed; she could not help but think how he held onto her waist with the same hand earlier today in the elevator. She then nodded embarrassedly. “Yes, I’ve been married for two years.”

Her heart wrenched at the thought of her marriage and bitterness flashed across her features.

However, Tony seemed oblivious to the shift in her expression as he went on to say, “You come from a prominent family, Miss Stark. I’m sure your husband measures up to your impressive stature and I’m certain he adores you as well.”

Myra did not know why he was saying all those, but she bridled at his words all the same. A dark look passed over her face as she forced a smile. “Director Hart, aren’t we here to discuss the details for the Sunny Bay Project?”

He was about to light up another cigarette, but upon hearing that, he paused. Then, he began to flick the lighter top and the clacking sound of metal filled the silence between them.

It was as though a strange tension had descended upon the atmosphere in the room.

“Do you think we’re here so that I can ask about your personal life?” Tony pursed his lips and he raised his brow in dissatisfaction. “Since you’re eager to talk about the project, why don’t you tell me what you think of it?”

With that, he threw the lighter on the dining table.

zyra’s skin prickled in embarrassment as the lighter slammed on the table with a loud thunk.

He was clearly displeased with what she had said. She also belatedly considered the possibility that he had only brought up her marriage as an ice-breaker.

She cleared her throat and began to say, “Director Hart, as you can see here, I’ve added several preferences of my own to the drawing…”

While the discussion started off on a stiff note, it was fortunate that Tony did not make things difficult for her. Nevertheless, she was still intimidated by the way he drummed his index and middle fingers on the table as he listened to her. She did not dare to lower her guard even after she was done with her presentation.