Chapter 169
Myra hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do with the red velvet box, but Serena, standing beside her, quickly took it and pressed it into her hands. “It’s from my grandmother,” Serena said with a smile. “Just accept it, no need to feel shy.”
Myra nodded and opened the box. Inside, nestled carefully, was an exquisite emerald bangle that shimmered with a translucent glow. It was undeniably beautiful.
She glanced up at Lisa, whose face remained impassive. “May you have a bright future with Tony,” Lisa said softly.
Myra felt a warm rush in her heart as she cradled the box, her smile softening. “Thank you, Old Madam Hart,” she said sincerely.
With a brief nod, Lisa turned and walked upstairs.
Myra left the Hart Residence with Henry’s driver. As they drove, the driver, chatty as ever, remarked, “I wonder who was smoking outside last night. There are cigarette butts all over the place… tsk, tsk…”
Myra didn’t dwell on it. Her thoughts were preoccupied with the emerald bangle and the surprising gift.
Henry, full of energy, turned to her, his eyes wide with curiosity. “Myra, Mom said you’re going to marry Uncle Tony! Is that true?”
Startled, Myra felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She ruffled Henry’s hair. “It’s not decided yet.”
“But… my mom said you’ve already accepted Great-grandma’s gift!” Henry insisted, his eyes bright with excitement. “If you’ve accepted it, you can’t return it.”
Myra smiled, her heart softening. Henry’s enthusiasm was infectious, but she didn’t feel comfortable discussing this with the driver in the car. She quickly changed the topic. “Henry, do you get along well with your uncle?”
Henry shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before answering with a bit of hesitation. “Most of the time… we get along just fine.”
Myra raised an eyebrow, sensing a touch of reluctance in his voice. “He must’ve made you upset recently.”
Henry pouted. “Great-grandpa says Uncle Tony has a bad temper, so I won’t argue with him,” he muttered.
Amused, Myra chuckled softly. “I think your uncle has a temper that’s hard to handle sometimes.”
The conversation drifted off as they neared Henry’s school. The boy eagerly begged Myra to visit the Hart Residence again soon, and once she agreed, he turned and dashed inside the school, waving back at her.
“Miss Stark,” the driver said with a smile, “I’ve never seen Young Master Hart take such a liking to anyone before. You’re really good with children.”
Myra returned a warm smile. “Henry is a sweet boy.”
She couldn’t help but feel a little protective toward the child, especially after their first meeting. She could sense how much he longed for a stable, loving family.
Arriving at the Stark Group’s building, Myra stepped out of the car, only to overhear a few employees gossiping.
“Wow, look! That’s Director Tony Hart, the current director of the Hart Group!” one of them exclaimed.
“My god, he’s even more handsome in person than in the magazines!” another woman gushed.
Myra turned her gaze toward the familiar profile of Tony as he walked past, his appearance cool and composed. It struck her that something must have come up at the office to explain his early arrival.
She recalled how he had rejected her calls in the car. Was he really busy, or was there something more to it? A feeling of uncertainty settled in her chest.
She made her way to her office, which, coincidentally, was across from Kris’ office. She could see through the frosted glass that Tony was inside with Kris. Myra couldn’t help but wonder if they were discussing the Elsinore Garden Project, an important venture for both companies.
However, as she stood there, her mind wandered. She couldn’t focus on her work.
A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. “Miss Stark, the Project Department asked you to send over the first draft for the Elsinore Garden Project. There’s a distinguished guest from the Hart Group who wants to review it.”
It wasn’t Tilly at the door, as she was out for a medical check-up. The young woman standing there seemed a bit hesitant but continued waiting for Myra’s response.
Myra quickly gathered the first draft and replied softly, “All right, I’ll send it over right away.”
The girl gave a quick nod before leaving, and Myra walked out of her office, carrying the draft in her hands. As she passed a mirror, she instinctively stopped to adjust her appearance before continuing toward Kris’ office.
When she entered, it was her first time seeing Kris’ office up close. The space was luxurious, with a distinctly feminine touch to its decor.
Kris, sitting at the main desk, hardly seemed to notice Myra as she approached. Instead, Myra’s attention was drawn to the man sitting casually on the sofa opposite Kris. Tony, dressed in a sharp suit, leaned back, his cigarette between his fingers as he stared at it, lost in thought. His dark eyes were focused and unreadable.
It stung a little. Myra had thought they had reconciled, but here he was, barely acknowledging her presence. She glanced at him several times, hoping for some recognition, but he remained distant.
Kris, sensing the tension, smirked slightly. “It’s rare for the Director of the Design Department to deliver the draft personally. Leave it there. And if you don’t mind, could you get our guest a drink?”
Myra, despite her inner turmoil, agreed without hesitation. “Of course.”
Kris, however, seemed surprised that Myra didn’t protest, and her expression darkened slightly. Myra noticed the shift, but she didn’t let it bother her. As she turned to leave the office, she suddenly realized she had no idea what Tony liked to drink.
She turned back to him, her voice softer than before. “Director Hart, what would you like to drink?”
For the first time, Tony looked up at her, his lips curling into a slight smile. “Don’t you know what I like to drink?” he asked, his voice low and amused.
Kris’ face hardened with frustration as she realized she had unwittingly given Myra an opportunity to interact with Tony. The situation was clearly not going as she had hoped.