Chapter 167
Tony’s eyes narrowed as he stopped walking up the stairs. Instead of heading straight to the bedroom, he walked around the coffee table, picked up Myra’s bag from the sofa, and retrieved her phone.
Though there was no caller ID, Tony’s sharp memory told him exactly who the number belonged to. A flash of coldness crossed his face, and he pressed the phone to his ear. “Hello?” he answered, his voice flat.
On the other end, there was a brief silence before the caller abruptly hung up.
A sardonic smile tugged at the corner of Tony’s lips. He stared at the phone for a moment, lost in thought, then placed it in his palm and carried the bag upstairs with him.
By the time Tony reached the bedroom, Myra had already entered the bathroom, and the sound of water running was loud in the quiet house. Tony carelessly tossed the bag onto the sofa, then placed her phone on the bedside table before heading to the bathroom to shower.
It was early autumn, so the day had been hot, but the nights were becoming cooler. Myra, wrapped in a thin blanket, was almost falling off the edge of the bed. Tony chuckled softly when he saw her.
His quiet laugh seemed to make Myra stiffen. He walked toward the bed, droplets of water still clinging to his body from the shower. His chest was visible, and he carried himself with the quiet confidence that always seemed to make her heart race.
She remained facing away from him, tense under the thin blanket. When Tony climbed into bed, the mattress dipped, and Myra’s nervousness grew. She pulled the blanket tighter around her body, her heart pounding in her chest.
The bed shifted again as Tony slid closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind. This time, he didn’t try to turn her over. Instead, he simply held her close, his lips brushing gently against the back of her neck.
She felt his warm breath on her skin, and her body tensed. Tony chuckled quietly, his voice soft but teasing. “Did you put this on intentionally, Myra?”
Myra’s face flushed at his words. When she had come out of the bathroom, she had only found Tony’s shirt to wear, having forgotten to bring her own clothes. She had planned to change back into her old clothes the next day, but right now, she felt embarrassed by her choice.
Her ears turned bright red as she avoided looking at him. She struggled a little, trying to act casual. “Stop teasing me. I just want to sleep.”
Tony smiled, his fingers gently brushing against her shoulder. “You always say that.” He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice playful yet intimate. As he did so, his hand moved to the bedside table, where Myra’s phone had been left.
The phone had been on a call, but the other person had hung up. Tony raised an eyebrow at this, his lips twitching with curiosity. He picked it up but soon set it back down again, his thoughts momentarily lost in the quiet hum of the night.
Myra, feeling the weight of his gaze on her, shifted uncomfortably under the blanket. Tony could tell that something was on her mind, and he kissed the top of her head softly. His hands held her tighter as he whispered, “You don’t need to think about that call anymore.”
Myra’s mind was a swirl of thoughts, but she didn’t want to bring it up. The warmth of his embrace, though, was comforting, and her eyelids grew heavy. She allowed herself to relax, her body sinking into his arms.
Meanwhile, outside, a black Lamborghini was parked near the Hart family villa. Sean, having seen Tony’s car earlier that night, felt an unease gnaw at him. The sound of Myra’s voice from the villa echoed in his mind, making him restless. His thoughts were tangled in jealousy and frustration, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to be there.
After dropping Lyla off at the villa, Sean couldn’t focus. He had driven away from the villa only to stop outside the Hart residence. He hadn’t seen anyone leave, and his thoughts were consumed with the calls Myra had made.
He clenched his hands on the steering wheel, his frustration growing as he recalled the brief conversation he overheard. The words from Tony and Myra were like an echo in his mind, each one more tormenting than the last.
Sean slammed his fist against the wheel, his anger bubbling up uncontrollably. The sudden sound of the horn cut through the night’s stillness, its sharp tone mirroring the pain in his chest.