Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 445

While there were some who were sad, others were happy. On the night of Valentine’s Day, Myra and Tony spent the entire night clinging together, whispering sweet nothings to each other. They had been through so many twists and turns, and it had been a long time since they last enjoyed such a peaceful moment. As they immersed themselves in this moment, they held each other, embracing the beauty of it.

“I want Heather to be my maid of honor,” Myra suggested.

Taking in the smell of her, Tony appeared intoxicated, and he tightened his hand on her chest. He hugged her tightly, as though he had the whole world in his arms, and he began to smell the scent from her hair again.

“Mmh,” he murmured softly. Right now, he would agree to anything she said.

“Knock it off.” She moaned for a bit while his hands started to stray around her body. This guy is always fooling around! she thought, feeling somewhat annoyed.

“There’s no rush about the wedding. Let’s not speak about the details today. Let’s speak about us.” Rolling over, he then lay on top of her and gazed down at her.

With her brows knitted tightly together, she pushed him feebly while saying, “You don’t know when to be content.” She was grumbling at him, thinking that he had superhuman stamina.

“I can’t control it when I just look at you,” he muttered close to her ear as he began kissing her.

“No more, please,” she begged before it even started. Unlike him, she was already tired. Plus, she was also pregnant.

A devilish smile spread across his face and he kissed her on the lips. Pressing himself against her ear, he whispered, “I can’t sleep tonight. I love you so much, baby.” Anything could be said when affections were at its strongest.

However, no one else could even imagine Tony to act like this in bed, because everyone remembered him clearly as a person who was incredibly difficult to approach. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even give others the chance to discuss anything further.

After that, it took Tony all of his self control to get a grip on himself. Myra was carrying a baby after all, so he shouldn’t overdo it. Then, he pulled Myra, who was limp from tiredness, into his arms and kissed her forehead while she snuggled into his chest.

“You’re not letting me speak properly,” she whined. Really, Tony didn’t let her catch a break at all, and she could barely lift a finger now.

On the other hand, Tony found her to be very adorable in this state, and he couldn’t help but peck her lightly on the lips. She gazed at him helplessly, thinking that he sometimes acted like a clingy big boy.

“Go to sleep, Myra,” he instructed.

However, she didn’t feel like sleeping for the moment. Hence, she mumbled in his arms shamelessly, “I can’t sleep. I want you to put me to sleep.”

Affectionately, he gazed at her, noting how cute she was, and he continued to kiss her cheeks. Just like a doll, he kissed her everywhere as though he wouldn’t get tired of it.

Although annoyed, Myra was equally amused by him, and she suddenly felt that he was being a little adorable on this day as she snuggled deeper into his arms.

“Tell me a story,” she requested, acting a little spoiled. A pregnant woman’s temper was unpredictable, and her personality kept changing during her pregnancy.

Just when Tony’s kiss was about to land on her again, she held up her hand and blocked it. “I can’t sleep if you keep doing this.” What’s with him and his kisses today? she thought helplessly. My skin may start to peel if he keeps this up!

“Okay, okay. Bedtime story it is then,” he replied. Then, he rubbed his nose against hers and pecked her eyelids gently.

“Tell me the story,” she said, looking forward to his storytelling skills. As she wondered what sort of story he might come up with, she had a bad premonition about it at the same time.

At the thought of this, she broke into a giggle instead. People in their country would often say that pregnancy would make one dumb for the next three years. Furthermore, she was now still in the passionate stage of a relationship with Tony, so for an instant, she felt like she had no intelligence left to spare.

“Two rabbits live in the forest. The white rabbit is named ‘I Love You’, and the black rabbit is called ‘I Don’t Love You’. Unfortunately, ‘I Don’t Love You’ died later. So what’s the one left called?” he said in a serious tone.

Did he actually tell such a lame story to humor me? she thought silently. I can already guess the ending by listening to the beginning! However, without hesitation, she answered, “I Love You!” She stared at him with her big, round eyes, and he felt tempted again.

“Wrong!” he said with a lopsided smirk. “The black rabbit is dead, so there’s only the white rabbit left.” A triumphant smile spread across his face as the sarcasm in his expression intensified. It didn’t strike Myra that he would trap her with wordplay.

Burying her head into his chest, she grumbled, “You’re just playing around with words.” So my bad premonition from earlier had come true.