Chapter 151
Cameron had been trying to reach Myra for days, but she hadn’t answered a single one of his calls. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to return to the Stark Group, but she felt the need to make a statement before she did.
Tony’s gaze darkened as he looked at Myra. “Why do we have to wait before getting out of the car?” he asked, his voice low.
Her heart skipped a beat under his intense stare. For some reason, she felt guilty. But the thought of Kris made her frown and lower her gaze. “I don’t want to be in the same elevator as her,” Myra admitted quietly.
Tony followed her gaze to the elevator. The doors were closing slowly as it began to ascend. He knew about Kris—he had done his research, and his sharp instincts told him there was more to the situation than just a half-sister.
Seeing the discomfort on Myra’s face, something flickered in his eyes. He reached out, pulling her close to him, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Let’s wait a little longer before going up,” he said gently, sensing her unease.
Myra suddenly looked up at him, her voice steady but pleading. “Why don’t you just go back to your apartment tonight?” she suggested.
His expression darkened in an instant. His arm tightened around her waist as he seethed, “Myra, sometimes, I really want to strangle you.”
Her words from earlier in the car—‘You can do anything you want when we’re home’—came rushing back. But now that they were at her apartment, she was asking him to leave.
Feeling a pang of guilt, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed his cheek, trying to soften the tension. “Tony, just this once, okay?” she coaxed. “That woman is my half-sister. If she doesn’t see me upstairs, she’ll wait forever for me.”
He looked at her coldly. “And what does that have to do with me going back to your place?” His voice dripped with frustration. “You don’t want to be seen with me. That’s it, isn’t it?”
Myra’s heart sank. She hadn’t intended to hurt him, but now she couldn’t deny that her actions might have made him feel rejected. She bit her lip, gathering her thoughts before speaking again. “It’s not like that,” she said, her voice quieter this time. “I do care about you. But right now, I’m going back to the Stark Group. I don’t want them to find out about us just yet.”
Tony’s expression turned darker. “How is it inappropriate?” he asked, his tone softer but filled with an edge.
She struggled to find the right words. “I need to reclaim what’s mine. I wanted to return to the Stark Group for a long time, but at that time, I never expected to be with you. You weren’t in my plans. But now…” She trailed off, unsure how to explain everything to him.
His eyes darkened further. “So, you don’t want me interfering in your plan to go back to the Stark Family?” His voice was tight with restraint.
She nodded slowly, feeling the weight of her decision pressing on her chest. “That’s what I’ve decided. But I promise I’ll sort everything out quickly. And don’t forget, your birthday is coming up next month,” she said, trying to change the subject to lighten the mood. “Old Master Hart even gave me permission to attend.”
Tony’s smirk was sharp, cutting through the moment. “As you wish,” he muttered before pulling out the cigarette he had kept earlier, lighting it and inhaling deeply.
Myra watched him in silence, realizing she might have made a mistake. She wanted to comfort him, to tell him she truly cared, but her mind was clouded with uncertainty.
After a moment of tense silence, Tony looked at her with a cool gaze. “Didn’t you tell me to go home first? What are you still doing here?”
The frustration in his voice was palpable. Myra opened her mouth to speak, but the words stuck in her throat. She wanted to tell him she changed her mind, that she wanted to go back to his apartment. But with everything between them unresolved, she didn’t know how to fix things.
She reluctantly climbed out of the car, but as soon as she stood, the passenger-side door slammed shut behind her. She looked up to see Tony’s cold expression through the window, the strain on his face evident. The car pulled away from her before she could even react.
She stood there, feeling the sting of their parting. She wanted to tell him she was wrong, that she was just trying to protect their relationship from the complications of the Stark Family. Was she feeling inferior? Was it because she was a divorcee and he was so perfect?
Her mind was a mess, but one thing was clear: she missed him already. As she made her way to the elevator, she realized she had forgotten the bag she’d left in the car. She let out a frustrated sigh, heading back toward the building’s entrance.
When the elevator doors opened, she was met with Kris.
Kris raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “I thought you were off crying somewhere after the divorce,” she taunted.
Myra’s blood boiled at the sight of Kris. The woman’s smug expression only added fuel to the fire. Kris had been a thorn in her side for far too long. Myra stepped into the elevator, her face as cold as she felt inside.
As the doors started to close, Kris stopped them with a hand. Her gaze was filled with malicious delight. “What, Myra? Did the divorce hit you so hard that you can’t even speak anymore? I knew Sean would divorce you. I also heard he’s with Lyla now. They’ve already gotten a marriage license, and the wedding’s soon.”
Myra’s breath hitched at the mention of Sean and Lyla, but she managed to keep her composure. “What does that have to do with you?” she asked, her voice sharp.
Kris’s eyes darkened. “I came to see you in misery,” she sneered. “I told you before, Myra. What makes you think you can step on me? One day, everything you have that I want, I’ll take from you. And I’ll destroy everything else.”
Myra didn’t respond. She simply pressed the button for her floor, the tension in the air thickening as the elevator ascended.