Tony was teasing, but it left Myra baffled.
The thought never occurred to her.
She was just unhappy; unhappy that Cameron, Kris, and Rachel were slowly pushing her to the edge after she entered the Stark Group.
But Tony knew about the will. In the end, the Stark Group would belong to Myra, and he was going to help her secure it. That was his deal with Conan.
Pondering on it, Myra tapped her fingers in his hand then shook her head. “I don’t know.”
She did not like doing business. The only reason she worked in Chase Group in the past was to help Sean. After that, she returned to work in Stark Group to claim back what originally belonged to her mother.
Personally, she did not enjoy getting involved in complicated matters. Once she got what she wanted, she really did not know what she would do. With her personality, she just wanted an easy-going job to help kill time. If she had to continue working in Stark Group and face the people she disliked, her life would become futile.
Seeing the deep frown on her face, Tony let go of her hand and massaged the side of her forehead. His deep laughter was filled with adoration. “You don’t have to keep thinking about it if you don’t know. Worry about it when the time comes.”
His long and slender fingers were beautiful. Looking at his sturdy build, the lines on the side of his handsome face, and the smile on the corner of his lips that was a rare sight to other people, she suddenly blurted, “Tony, why are you so nice to me?”
They had only known each other for around three months, but he made her feel as if he had known her from very early on.
He spoiled her without any limits, but the way he spoiled her felt completely natural as though they were a couple that had been together for many years. It fascinated her. Sometimes, in the dead of the night, she couldn’t stop herself from overthinking and wondering why he treated her so well.
She was not going to believe what Lyla told her about Sean—that such a benign and open-hearted man would have bad intentions toward her. From her point of view, there was nothing he could plot against her, and he was not that kind of person to start with.
Nevertheless, she still felt slightly perturbed. It was like having a piece of pastry fall from the sky right in front of her when she was famished.
Tony looked at her big and clear eyes that were staring back at him with doubt, uneasiness, nervousness, and worry. When he felt her hand suddenly tightening around his, he smirked briefly then raised his eyebrows at her. “You don’t want me to be nice to you?”
“You know what I mean!” He always plays it down and changes the topic. She pinched his hand unhappily.
His hand was wide, dry, and warm. In the space between his thumb and index finger was a thin callus that somehow gave a sense of security.
He chuckled when he saw that she was glaring at him. His laughter was deep. She always thought his voice sounded very pleasant. Listening to his laughter now, she couldn’t help but feel weak. As she played with his big hand, she murmured, “Did you know me before this? Or…” She looked up at his handsome face—at those profound and black eyes. “Have we met once before?”
We must have met at some point. How could it be love at first sight?
She wanted to ask him this question last time, but he simply brushed it off.
This time, she persisted by keeping her eyes on him.
The best feature on Myra’s face was her eyes. When she looked straight at someone, there seemed to be a vast ocean in her eyes. They looked calm and gentle.
Under her gaze, he unknowingly tightened his hand around the steering wheel and narrowed his eyes. “Why are you suddenly asking me this question? Don’t you know whether we’ve met before?”
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