Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 108

Tony let go of her soon after.

Following his line of sight, she saw Belle standing alone nearby.

She seemed to be hurt and upset, glancing in their direction every now and then.

Myra suddenly felt a surge of disappointment as Tony made his way toward Belle’s direction. She breathed in deeply and continued to practice her posture and swing, just like how he had taught her.

Seeing that Tony was approaching, Belle couldn’t help but chew on her lip like a sad puppy. She looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes and asked, “Tony, is that woman… your girlfriend?”

She’d initially expected herself and Tony to get along romantically, but before anything could happen between them, her father had stormed off in frustration; he even told her to give up on getting together with that man.

Racking her brain for a reason, she figured it could only be that woman who was trying hard to learn golf at a distance.

It was no secret that Tony wasn’t one to mingle and had never been involved with another woman; even his secretaries had always been men. However, she clearly saw him getting awfully close to that woman as he taught her how to play golf moments ago. How could she believe that there was nothing going on between them?

Tony was craving for a smoke. He was holding it in earlier because Myra was there, but now, he could finally take out his packet of cigarettes in peace and lit one up between his lips.

“She’s not.” His movements were casual yet crude, but it looked elegant on him. Belle was a little fascinated as she watched him.

His words were surprising to her, but what he said next was even more so. Upon hearing them, her hands squeezed into tight fists—

“But she will be.”

Belle studied the woman nearby who was trying to get the hang of golf clumsily, thinking to herself that the woman was just an ordinary office lady living off the bottommost of the corporate hierarchy; she probably got by her everyday life at the beck and call of the people higher up. How could a woman like this…

Tears coursed down her cheeks. “Why?”

She wiped her tears. “What does she have that I don’t? Old Master Hart likes me, I have a much stronger family background, and I’m not lacking in appearance compared to her. Moreover, I just returned from studying abroad; I’m clearly better than her in every way possible…”

Tony turned as well, following her gaze. The woman was still focused on mastering the basic techniques. When he leaned in close to her on purpose just now, she didn’t jerk away like she used to. Could it be considered an improvement?

The clouds of smoke from his cigarette cast a blur around his mesmerizing, deep-set eyes. He replied, “She doesn’t have to be perfect; she already is as long as I’m with her.”

He wasn’t a man who liked to sweet-talk, but the tender affection he had for the woman could easily be heard from those words. Is he saying that she doesn’t need her to be perfect because he likes her the way that she is?

Belle was terrified at her own thoughts and took a step back, hot tears spilling down her cheeks once again like a stream of loose beads. Gritting her teeth, she cried, “You’ll regret choosing her over me one day, Tony!”

She wanted nothing to do with that stone cold statue of a man anymore. After screaming those words at him, she turned and made a run for the restroom.

Behind her, Tony took the cigarette from between his lips in his fingers and tossed it into a nearby bin, bearing a straight face the entire time. Turning to look at the woman in white, his eyes were instantly filled with a gentleness that could be described as love.

In his eyes, Myra was Myra. She had no need to become any more perfect, and she had no need to be compared to other women—she just had to be her, and it would be enough for him.

His phone suddenly rang. Picking up the call, a loud voice filled his ear. “Tony, have you really confirmed your relationship with Myra at Wilson Golf Club?!”

Tony’s brows furrowed as he looked around him on the spot.