From the initial paleness, which was due to her dislocated elbow, her face gradually reddened and currently, her face felt extremely hot.
She suddenly grabbed Tony’s hand and placed it on her face.
The man’s lower temperature brought comfort to her. A quiet moan escaped from her parted lips as she slowly moved his hand down along her neck.
The expressions of the three men changed slightly and awkwardness spread across their faces.
As Myra was wearing an evening gown, she didn’t wear anything else underneath it. Therefore, when the man’s hand was placed on her chest—which was a little wet—the softness of her chest could be clearly felt.
Tony’s eyes instantly darkened the moment his gaze landed on her chest. Suddenly, he raised his head and shot a piercing look at Elliot and Philip beside him, making them cough awkwardly before they sagely turned around.
“Tony…” Philip rubbed his nose uneasily. “I don’t think Miss Stark has a fever; it seems more like… she had taken something…”
It was clear to them what the ‘something’ meant—there were many men and women with ulterior motives at this kind of a banquet, and Myra accidentally got herself involved in one of them.
Traces of anger flashed in Tony’s eyes as he commanded, “Look into it!”
Philip responded and darted a look at Elliot, who dilly-dallied for a moment before he reluctantly left the room.
“Tony…” Philip was able to guess Myra’s current condition without having to turn around. After hesitating for a while, he asked tentatively, “Tony, do you need my help to… take care of her?” Judging from how much he cares about her, if he wishes to make love to her, the current situation would undoubtedly be a great excuse and a godsent opportunity. Even if she were to question him after this, this sort of thing…
The man behind him remained quiet while his gaze rested on the woman’s body.
Myra felt really uncomfortable. While hugging Tony’s arm, she raised her body and snuggled into his embrace.
It was obvious that a mere hug was not enough to satisfy her—she looked for Tony’s lips hastily and suddenly pressed her lips onto his. As she lacked kissing techniques, she felt even more uncomfortable and started crying after a moment.
At that moment, flames of desire crept into Tony’s eyes and he wanted nothing more than to pin her down below him. I want her! I want her now! The raging thoughts spread like wildfire in his head and he could feel his veins pulsing in the back of his hand. Finally, he was unable to hold himself back and forcefully pressed his lips to her petal-like ones.
The kissing sounds coming from behind made Philip feel even more awkward, but it made him realize Tony’s decision as well. Just as he was about to silently take his leave, he was suddenly rooted to the place by a low, husky voice. “Come over here and take care of her.”
Stunned, Philip turned around, only to see that the struggling woman had been pinned under the blanket by Tony.
Myra was weeping quietly while Tony’s expression was thunderous. Philip immediately ran over to them, took the medicine from the medical kit that was prepared by the hotel and injected it into her body.
Soon, Myra gradually calmed down and the unnatural blush on her face subsided.
“Stay here and take care of her for me. I’m going to the bathroom for a moment,” Tony muttered in a hoarse voice. He tucked her blanket and cast a deep glance at the woman before turning to head into the bathroom.
Not long after that, Philip heard the sounds of a shower. As they were both men, he was able to tell that Tony had gone in to take a cold shower.
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