Chapter 20
“I was the one who changed it for you,” Mrs. Somerfields explained with a gentle smile. “You were sweating heavily, so your clothes weren’t suitable for you to stay in. Come downstairs for breakfast—I bet you’re hungry. By the way, I’ve already placed the toiletries you might need in the washroom. Yours is the pink set.”
A strange feeling rose within Myra. No matter how she thought about it, it felt wrong to wake up in an unfamiliar man’s room. Yet, the memory of last night—her fever and the care Tony had shown—reassured her somewhat. After a brief hesitation, she asked, “W-Where is Director Hart now?”
“Mr. Tony went for a jog. He will return soon,” Mrs. Somerfields answered.
Myra froze for a moment, her thoughts racing. She quickly stood up. She didn’t know how to face Tony, and so she planned to leave before he came back. Her dizziness had faded, and she felt much better.
She changed into the clothes Mrs. Somerfields had set out for her and then walked into the washroom. Upon seeing the two sets of toiletries—one blue, one pink—she froze again. The arrangement seemed oddly intimate: the mugs were placed side by side, their toothbrushes facing each other, and the towels stacked on top of each other.
It looked too much like a couple’s set…
Myra blushed furiously but quickly dismissed the thought. Maybe Mrs. Somerfields just thought it looked nice that way, she reasoned. She didn’t dare to take the towel and just quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face. But then, her gaze landed on a piece of black underwear hanging on a clothesline in the middle of the luxurious bathroom. Myra’s face turned bright red.
She quickly averted her gaze and hurried out of the bathroom, feeling more flustered than ever.
Mrs. Somerfields had planned to invite her to breakfast, but Myra politely declined. She quickly gathered her things and headed for the door. As she bent down to put on her shoes, the front door suddenly opened. Myra looked up and froze, her heart racing.
There stood Tony.
He had just returned from his morning jog, wearing black sportswear that accentuated his tall, firm figure. His hair was slightly damp, and he had an air of energy and masculinity about him. Myra could even smell a faint mint scent on him.
“Uh…” she stammered, her gaze locking with his.
She was instantly reminded of the kiss they shared the night before, and her cheeks turned crimson.
“Director Hart…” she greeted him awkwardly.
“You’re up?” Tony nodded, his voice now more casual than before. He took a towel from Mrs. Somerfields to dry his hair, seeming completely at ease. Myra, however, grew more self-conscious by the second. It was clear that he had brought her to his bed last night.
“Thanks… for everything last night,” she managed to say, her words feeling stiff. “It was impossible for me to go home in that condition.”
Seeing her attempt to leave so hastily, Tony arched his eyebrow and shot a glance at Mrs. Somerfields before walking toward the dining area. “Let’s have breakfast together. I have a few comments on the design plan from the Chase Group.”
Myra had intended to leave immediately after greeting him, but hearing his words made her pause. With a sigh, she took off the shoes she had just put on. Mrs. Somerfields took her handbag with a warm smile. “Miss Stark, I made some porridge specially for you. It’s the best for people who are feeling unwell.”
After a moment of hesitation, Myra followed her into the dining room.
The breakfast spread was simple but thoughtfully prepared, likely to accommodate her still-recovering state. The food was light and bland, easy on the stomach. As Tony casually spooned some vegetables onto his plate, Myra took a small bun. Unable to help herself, she asked, “Director Hart, I wonder what comments you have regarding our draft.”
Before she could say more, Tony spooned some vegetables into her bowl, his actions smooth and natural. Under her surprised gaze, he withdrew his hand and frowned slightly.
“Don’t talk when you’re eating,” he said, his tone quiet but firm.