Chapter 180
Kris stormed out of the building, fuming with frustration, only to see Tony’s car disappearing into the night. She stomped her foot, the anger boiling inside her, but there was nothing she could do. With a growl of irritation, she turned back and headed for her own car.
Meanwhile, Tony had already called Elliot after leaving the Zion Club. As the phone rang, his brows furrowed, and when the call connected, he asked, “Can you look into Kris’ mother, Rachel Parker’s, pregnancy?”
Elliot, with the phone on speaker, was joined by Philip and Lucas, who overheard the conversation. Philip couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, you were talking to her just now to get information, huh? I thought you weren’t interested.”
Tony’s expression remained blank. He hadn’t intended to get entangled with Kris, but she had approached him, and he saw an opportunity to gather some information. It seemed like it might be more than a casual encounter.
From the other end, Lucas interrupted, his voice serious. “I’ve heard that Cameron’s current wife is pregnant with a boy. Given Cameron’s priorities and his sharpness, it’s unlikely this pregnancy is fake.”
Tony agreed with Lucas’ assessment. Narrowing his eyes, he added, “Look into her recent diet and lifestyle. There must be something there.”
Back at Stark Tower, Myra had lost track of time. She looked up from her paperwork to see that it was already past ten. Her back ached from sitting for so long. Stretching, she walked over to the French windows, gazing at the glowing streets of Bradfort City below. The city was even more beautiful at night, bathed in lights, making it seem warmer and more alive than it did during the cold, desolate daylight hours.
Her phone buzzed—she had missed a message earlier. Picking it up, she saw that it was from Tony, asking if she was done with work yet. He had sent the text instead of calling, not wanting to interrupt her.
A smile tugged at her lips as warmth filled her heart. She quickly dialed his number.
“Hello?” she said as soon as he picked up.
His voice came through, low and smooth. “Are you finally done with work?”
“Yes,” she answered, her tone light and content. She finished the last of her warm milk and began gathering her things. “Are you coming to pick me up?”
“What do you think?” His voice was gentle, teasing, yet full of warmth.
Her exhaustion seemed to melt away as she smiled to herself, feeling a rush of happiness. She hurried to finish up and made her way toward the elevator.
As she stepped out of Stark Tower, her eyes immediately found him. Tony stood a few steps away, leaning casually against his car. Even in such a simple position, he looked effortlessly elegant. His white shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and the sleeves rolled up, made him appear both relaxed and stylish. He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling around him, adding to his intense, almost magnetic presence.
She couldn’t help but think to herself: He must be God’s favorite. Even standing there, doing nothing, he looks so… perfect.
Their eyes met, and he smiled at her. She felt a rush of warmth flood her face, and he flicked the cigarette away before walking over to open the passenger door for her.
Just as she was about to get in, he surprised her by wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Go on in,” he whispered.
Her heart skipped a beat, her face flushed under his gaze. She stood there for a moment, a little stunned, before stepping into the car.
As the car began moving, she noticed a few beautiful rose stalks placed neatly on the dashboard beneath the windshield. Surprised, she picked one up and smiled at it. “These roses bloomed quite late.”
“Do you like them?” he asked, his gaze flicking over to her briefly. His expression was cool, but there was an unmistakable softness in his eyes.
“I like them,” she said, reaching for another rose. Her eyes were filled with joy as she smiled at him. “Are they for me?”
“Yes,” he replied, his tone low, his heart warming at the sight of her happiness. He reached over and took her left hand in his.
The soft glimmer of the ring on her finger caught his eye, and he squeezed her hand gently, a small but meaningful gesture.
Myra beamed at him, her heart light with joy. But as she carefully held the roses, she felt a sharp prick from one of the thorns. She winced slightly, glancing at him. “You could’ve been more careful,” she said, concern lacing her voice as she looked at the small wound on his hand.
Tony, knowing she’d seen the cut, didn’t try to pull his hand away. “It’s just a small wound,” he reassured her, his voice calm.
But Myra was not convinced. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed another cut, this one on his right index finger. The thorns had pricked him when he grabbed the roses earlier, likely when he overheard Kris talking about inheriting the Stark Group. Myra’s brow furrowed. “Does it have to be bleeding to be a real wound? Does it still hurt?”
Her voice carried a note of innocence, mixed with a touch of panic. Tony, struck by the sincerity in her expression, suddenly felt a flutter in his chest. He slammed on the brakes, the car halting with a jolt.
Unfastening his seatbelt, he leaned over toward her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
At first, she seemed to pull back, but then her arms slid around his neck, drawing him closer. The sweet taste of milk lingered in her kiss, and it sent a wave of warmth through him. He pulled back just enough to whisper in her ear, “Have my child, Myra.”
His words, low and intimate, made her freeze. She could feel her heart racing, the reality of his words sinking in. She hesitated for only a moment before burying her face in his chest.
“Okay,” she whispered, a soft, shy smile tugging at her lips. Having his child doesn’t sound so bad after all.
The thought of a little one, a symbol of their love, filled her heart with happiness. As she nestled against him, she could feel his embrace tighten around her, his smile warmer than ever.