Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 66

Myra turned around.

The car’s rear lights gradually diminished as the car travelled further on the winding path down the hill, taking away the last bit of warmth along with it. Finally, it disappeared around the corner of the hilly road.

For some reason, Myra felt a sudden flush of panic, as if something was going to slip through her fingers.

Holding her chest, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

She shut her eyes. I am married. Even if Sean doesn’t love me, I shouldn’t stoop so low as to cheat on him and embarrass him. Also, Tony is too unfathomable and mesmerizing; he isn’t a man I can easily mess with. I must stand my ground and stay away!

She stopped staring at the path stretched out in front of her and averted her gaze before turning around with a complex expression on her face. Then, she walked toward the Chase Residence slowly.

After she had barely taken a few steps, she started to pant heavily, causing a wry smile to involuntarily appear on her face. All I did was to attend a banquet, yet I lost my husband and nearly cheated on him.

As Myra was walking, she suddenly started running wildly but stumbled and fell onto the stone path in front.

A sharp pain radiated up her knee, yet she acted as if she felt nothing and climbed back onto her feet before dashing through the door. She then locked the door and slowly slumped to the floor, her back leaning against the carved timber door.

At that moment, she suddenly raised her head, only to find a man lying on his side on the sofa in the living room. Dim yellow light from the only lit wall-mounted light source in the living room illuminated Sean’s face. His sound asleep figure seemed blurry, looking as if he wasn’t really there.

Myra held her breath, unclear of whether this was a dream or reality. Sean is… back? Why didn’t he go to Lyla?

Gripping the fabric at her chest tightly, she couldn’t help but to slowly rise on her feet and walk toward the man step by step.

It was indeed Sean.

When she was near him, she could smell the strong scent of tobacco and alcohol coming from him. I wonder how much he drank to make himself so drunk.

She extended her hand in a careful manner and patted the man, who was lounging on the couch. “Sean, go upstairs and sleep. You’ll get a cold if you sleep here.” Myra’s voice was dry and hoarse.

Truth was, she did not know why she still cared about the man. Suddenly, a wild thought flashed across her mind. Sean is here. Does this mean that he chose not to be with Lyla? Has he fallen out of love with her and does not want to be with her anymore?

The next moment, the drunk man’s mumble threw her into hell.

“Why did you come back… Why?” He rolled over to the other side with agony clearly visible on his face as he growled, “Didn’t you tell me that you were with me for my money? Didn’t you say that the other man was better than me? Why did you return, then? Why did you say all those words that made me misunderstand?”

His last few sentences were blurted like he was an abandoned puppy. He growled for a long time before rolling over to the other side.

All of these instantly made Myra’s face blanch.

Of course, she knew the person he was referring to.

Years ago, Lyla ditched him and left with another man, and this incident had left a scar in his heart. He claimed that he hated Lyla, so why would he still feel upset for that woman?

I should have known about this—if he really doesn’t love that woman, he wouldn’t have blamed me for the death of her child. It was merely his excuse to make himself feel better. He is afraid to develop feelings for me, so he claims that he hates me.

Myra shut her eyes and touched her face, only to realize that it was dry.