Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 91

Myra couldn’t help scolding herself inwardly for being an idiot after finishing her sentence. Is it necessary to tell him this kind of thing in person? Besides, I could’ve just called him even if I wanted to report this to him, yet I drove here so late at night, as if with some unspeakable purpose!

Flushing bright red with embarrassment, Myra suddenly found herself at a loss for where to put the pair of hands that she originally had placed on her steering wheel.

Tony’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced down at the expensive watch on his wrist. Then, he asked her flatly, “Are you busy tonight?”

“Huh?” Myra didn’t come to her senses for a moment.

Tony repeated flatly, “Are you busy tonight?”

Myra hesitated before she shook her head puzzledly. “No, I’m not.”

Tony’s mouth seemed to curve into a faint smile. He was tall and handsome in the first place, and such a calm and composed demeanor lent him a charm that most men lacked. Suddenly, he walked toward the passenger seat and knocked on the car door. After Myra mechanically unlocked the car door, he bent down and got into her car right away, saying, “It so happened that my car broke down, and there’s no car in sight after I’d waited here for a long time, so why don’t you give me a lift? I’d like to go to Zion Club; you know the way.”

Since he was of great stature, Myra immediately felt as if the space in the car had become cramped the instant he got into her BMW Z4. His handsome facial features and the outline of his profile appeared even more sculpted and clear-cut when illuminated by the streetlight; his elegance, which contained a hint of steadiness, stemmed from an air of nobleness that he had accumulated over time.

Myra was stunned for a moment; she felt she should say something, but she couldn’t get a word out as her mouth opened and closed. Just then, Tony turned to look at her seriously. “Are you busy tonight? Or is it inconvenient for you?”

Myra felt ill at ease all over as he stared at her with his deep eyes. Indeed, she had thought of turning him down politely, but she had told him that she wasn’t busy when he asked her just now. She turned her head away in embarrassment, but something suddenly came into her mind, causing her to tighten her grip on the steering wheel. She asked in a low voice, “Director Hart… are you on good terms with Lyla?”

She didn’t forget what the receptionist had said at the Hart Group’s front desk that day. Even though she had no idea what the feeling inside her was, the notion that the man who had helped her so many times had something to do with Lyla made her feel uncomfortable.

Tony narrowed his eyes slightly; his eyes seemed to have a kind of magic, as if they could see through everything in her mind when he looked into her eyes. Suddenly, he chuckled. “Why are you suddenly asking about this?”

Myra inexplicably felt her cheeks burning upon hearing him laugh. After biting her lip, she started the engine right away. “Nothing. I was just asking, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t answer that, Director Hart.”

“Does it really not matter?” Sitting calmly in the passenger seat, Tony withdrew his gaze, took out his cell phone, and seemed to have sent out a text message. Streetlights flashed past him continuously on both sides of the road, illuminating half of his face intermittently while the other half was hidden in the shadows.

Myra suddenly felt that she had asked a question she shouldn’t have. Even if Lyla has something to do with him, it is solely his business and has nothing to do with me since I’m an outsider. So why must he tell me about that?

For some reason, a feeling of irritation surged up within Myra; she couldn’t help stepping hard on the gas while answering stubbornly, “Yep, it really doesn’t.”

The corners of Tony’s mouth turned up slightly amid the high-speed ride as he put away his cell phone. It had occurred to him that Myra would be unhappy about the matter with Lyla; obviously, this outcome was even more surprising than he had expected. The way the woman next to him behaved as if going into a sulk made him feel much happier, so he turned to look indifferently at the woman before him, saying, “She and I aren’t even considered friends.”

Upon hearing his words, Myra suddenly eased off the gas pedal in disbelief. “How could that be possible?! I saw her going to see you that day…”