Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 613

Before long, three days passed by in a flash. When their stay had come to an end, Leon was a little reluctant to leave. He turned to take another look at the villa, unsure of when he’d be visiting again—after all, he had bought this villa to be some sort of a vacation home.

“Head over to Nordico Residence,” Heather said to Leon as he sat in the driver’s seat.

Leon blinked at her blankly, not understanding what she meant by that.

Heather quickly explained at the sight of his confusion. She said, “I recently bought a unit there. Someone as lazy as you should just stay in an apartment.”

When Leo realized that Heather had bought him a place, a brilliant smile appeared on his face. “You treat me so well, Heather.”

Later on, Heather finally drove away on her own after making sure that Leon was settled in. Instead of going back to the Langston Residence at once, she went to visit Myra instead.

When she knocked on Myra’s door, a hint of nervousness filled her heart; it made her recall all those years ago when she would clutch her exam papers in her hands after failing to achieve the highest grade.

Finally, the door opened. This time, the housekeeper’s face was an unfamiliar one. She studied Heather from head to toe slowly and carefully, probably unaware of the latter’s identity.

“May I know if Mrs. Hart is home?” Heather asked her gently. Ever since returning from Iceland, Heather had lost the cockiness and arrogance she once had. Now, she had a much softer and milder temperament.

“May I know who you are?” The housekeeper’s eyes had a slight wariness in them. After all, she had just started working here not too long ago, so she’d rather keep an eye out whenever possible.

“Heather Langston. I’m a friend of Mrs. Hart’s,” Heather told her truthfully.

“Mrs. Hart isn’t home.” The housekeeper tried to dodge the question with a lie, and she sounded a little nervous when she spoke.

Heather already had a feeling that Myra wasn’t going to let her in, and she wasn’t surprised either. She told the housekeeper politely, “In that case, let me wait for her inside. I think she should be back very soon.”

The housekeeper was even more nervous at the sound of that, for she didn’t expect Heather to reply in such a way. She hung her head and occasionally stole a look at Heather. Then, she finally said after a long time, “That would be quite inappropriate.”

“In what way would that be inappropriate? I’ll just sit in the living room, so I won’t be disturbing anyone.” Heather stepped forward and tried to go inside as she spoke.

The housekeeper looked up at Heather in a panic. She instinctively closed the door, but Heather’s hand was already placed against it; when it came to force, an ordinary woman wouldn’t be able to go up against Heather.

“Mrs. Hart has been out for a few days, so she won’t be back for some time. There’s no need to wait for her, Miss,” the housekeeper said shakily. Her eyes were begging for Heather to stop putting her in such a difficult situation.

This new housekeeper seemed to look quite frail and pitiful. Unfortunately, the sympathy card didn’t work on Heather since she wasn’t a man.

“Is that so?” Heather said sarcastically as the look in her eyes became sharp.

The little housekeeper felt suffocated under Heather’s overbearing pressure, so she didn’t know how to handle the situation. Myra had informed her precisely to not let a ‘Heather Langston’ into the house under any circumstances, and she was told to do whatever she could to make the woman leave.

Myra still hadn’t fully calmed down at the moment, so she wasn’t ready to meet Heather. However, the latter’s personality was no secret to her; Myra had a feeling that she would definitely visit her upon returning from Iceland.

While the housekeeper was having trouble with Heather, Myra was already aware of the situation outside as she stayed in the bedroom. She frowned slightly and contemplated whether or not to let Heather in.

Growing up, Heather had never experienced any cold shoulder treatment from someone else. Right now, Myra was still mulling over her decision for the sake of Heather’s pride—she knew that the woman highly prioritized her self-regard and dignity.

She had already given Heather a heavy blow before this, so she was worried that the woman might feel hurt again if she didn’t give her a chance this time. Right now, it was simply too soon for Myra to get over what happened; deep inside, she still cared for Heather. After all, Myra was awfully soft-hearted, so she couldn’t truly hate Heather no matter what.

However, Myra didn’t wish for their conflict to grow bigger—if they really were to meet today, perhaps a bigger problem might arise if they weren’t able to come to an agreement.

While Myra was debating with her thoughts, Heather was getting more and more persistent outside. In truth, she could have forced her way in with just a little push, but since she had come to apologize and not rob the house, it wouldn’t be suitable to resort to force.

Just then, Heather took in the determination on the housekeeper’s face. The fact that the housekeeper could be so relentless in keeping her stand with her small and weak stature was quite an applauding feat—she was extremely competent as a housekeeper.

The housekeeper seemed different from the usual stereotypical ones, so Heather had a feeling that she was a college student working part-time.

“Are you still in school?” Heather’s tone of speech changed all of a sudden as she started showing concern for the housekeeper.

Other housekeepers wouldn’t have bothered to respond if someone asked them personal questions, but the younger girl was naturally more than happy to see Heather change the subject on her own.

“Yeah,” the housekeeper replied truthfully.

“Are you working here part-time?” Heather continued to ask.

The housekeeper nodded and said, “Yeah, it’s to cover my allowance.” She didn’t think working part-time to support her expenses was anything embarrassing at all. In fact, to live on her own hard-earned money was something to be proud of.

“Interesting.” Heather smiled. She thought to herself that it was unfortunate for the housekeeper to have met her today. If she were some promising, handsome young man at the door, the situation would’ve probably played out differently—perhaps a beautiful romance between an arrogant CEO and an ordinary girl might have unfolded.