Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 437

As the Locke Group came into view, Matthias’ face brightened with triumph. Meanwhile, Heather had no idea why he looked cheery. Could the agreement be that important to him?

She calmly followed him into the building after they had gotten down from the car. Ever since they assumed the mantle of a couple, she found that she no longer needed to fret about a lot of things. Having said that, the gray areas that existed in their relationship made her re-examine her plans to file a lawsuit against the Apple Gazette, especially when things were not as clear as they once had been.

They were the only two who occupied the elevator. As they went up the building, they were unusually quiet and while she stared at the floor numbers flashing in the elevator as they went up the building, his gaze flickered to her every once in a while.

The first person that Heather saw when she stepped out of the elevator was his assistant, to whom she did not pay any attention during her last visit since she had been in a hurry. Upon proper appraisal, she saw that his assistant was a doll-faced young lady with an endearing, unassuming demeanor—the way Myra had been when she was younger.

Heather noted the resemblance with mild amusement. She wondered where Matthias had managed to look for an assistant who looked so much like Myra. The younger girl had a pleasant look about her and unlike Myra, she had a bubbly edge to her disposition.

Heather looked away from the assistant and gazed at him meaningfully. His lips were curved up in the barest hint of a smile as he pulled the door open for her and said, “After you.”

He had been in a terrific mood since she saw him that morning, which made her uneasy. Her skin prickled as she tried to figure out the tricks he had up his sleeve.

The door clicked shut and she was unruffled as she strode forward to take the seat across from him. He lowered his head as he took the agreement and deftly slid it over to her.

Heather took the contract and as she scanned through it, she saw that the additional terms they discussed the day before had been incorporated into the contract. Basically, she could find no fault with the agreement. When she had consulted Mr. Presgraves yesterday, he did not seem to think the terms were problematic even after she had paraphrased them.

Seeing as there was nothing fishy or peculiar about the agreement, she put down her signature without any complaint. A small smile colored her face as she recalled the days when she had managed the European branch of Langston Group. She had signed her name with the same flourish back then.

Rising from her seat, she reached out to give Matthias a perfunctory handshake. “I look forward to working with you,” she said. The whole process of signing the contract was simple; it was as though there was nothing more other than the inception of a business partnership.

Matthias couldn’t help but admire this particular side of Heather; it was a practical move for them to draw out their partnership and state their terms in black and white. He would be sure to take good care of the special contract which they had just signed.

Each of them kept a copy of the contract and while that should have been the conclusion of this event, he noticed that she had no intention of leaving as she tapped her pen against the stack of paperwork in her hand. As such, he decided to start a casual conversation with her.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, Miss Langston?” he asked politely.

She shook her head at first, but after a while, she nodded. “Actually, yes, there is. What’s your assistant’s name?” At the thought of the young girl outside, she found herself remembering how Myra had looked back in their schooling days.

“Lara Locke,” he answered. Upon hearing that, Heather frowned and began to wonder at her identity. She had not been expecting the assistant to share the same family name as Matthias.

“Is she a member of the Locke Family?” It was aimless to ponder on something like this when she could directly ask him for an answer instead.

Matthias shook his head and chuckled as he answered, “No, she just happens to have the same family name, that’s all. She’s the only daughter of an ordinary, middle-class family.” He had placed emphasis on the term ‘only daughter’ to sound convincing.

Not wanting to dawdle any longer, Heather decided that it was time for her to leave. She straightened her posture and announced courteously, “It’s time for me to get going.”

He straightened his back as well and offered with the same air of courtesy, “Please, allow me to see you off.” As they were both stiff and formal, it looked like it would take a while before they relaxed around each other.

As she headed out of Matthias’ office, Heather deliberately glanced over at Lara. She had to admit that he had a rather acquired taste when it came to selecting his assistants. Where Nikolai resembled his younger self, Lara was essentially a replica of a young Myra. However, if she had to be honest, Matthias’ devotion to such details was perverse, in that it was borderline obsession.

After getting into the car, Heather made her way to the Stark Group to pay Myra a visit. At this point, the woman might as well make a home out of her office, seeing that she cared so little for her pregnancy and relentlessly threw herself into her work.

Heather had not shown up at Stark Group since she argued with Myra, which explained why her sudden visit took the latter by surprise.

Meanwhile, Myra’s head was spinning from all the work she had been tied up with all morning, which made her naturally surprised by Heather’s unannounced visit. Nonetheless, she was happy to see Heather and pleasantly greeted her.

Empathy flashed across Heather’s beautiful features as she appraised the tired look on Myra’s face. Pregnant women were supposed to stay away from caffeine and because there was a child in her womb, Myra was constantly fatigued.

Upon the sight of all the documents on Myra’s desk, Heather grew displeased and pointed out in irritation, “You do realize that you’re pregnant, don’t you?” She sounded like a strict parent who was about to lecture her child.

Myra pursed her lips and looked away in guilt. She didn’t know how she was supposed to respond to Heather’s unexpected chiding.