Chapter 186
After Myra spoke, her face turned a shade of red as if it were about to catch fire. She quickly sat up straighter in her seat, starting the engine with a sense of urgency.
Meanwhile, the man who had been the recipient of her affections glanced at the rearview mirror, his gaze shifting to a shadowy spot. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes taking on a contemplative expression.
Sean’s car remained parked behind them. He seemed to be caught in some kind of trance earlier. After entering his vehicle, he hadn’t driven off immediately. Instead, he had headed toward the school gates, as though waiting for something to unfold.
As he gazed at the food stalls lining the street and the bustling crowd, his eyes grew unfocused, lost in thought. Did this place hold so many memories of Myra?
The principal’s voice echoed in his mind: “When it comes to certain people, don’t wait until they’re gone to feel regret. Myra deserves as much as you can give her. If another turning point comes, hold on tight to it.”
A sense of doubt crept in. Did he still have a chance? His expression softened slightly. I probably do, don’t I? He pondered. She loved me for so long. Just two months ago, she even tried to ask me to stay. How could she change her mind so quickly?
If he were to go up to her now and confess his regret, would she give him another chance? His grip tightened around the steering wheel, his thoughts racing.
Just then, something caught his eye—a familiar white sports car. Myra.
As she stepped out of the car, his gaze locked onto her. For a brief moment, it was as if everything else around him ceased to exist. His heart pounded as he unbuckled his seatbelt, ready to rush to her side.
But then, he saw him—the man standing in Myra’s line of sight.
Tony.
Myra rushed into his arms, her actions completely unaware of Sean’s presence. The two of them embraced as though no one else was around. Sean’s chest tightened. Does this mean… she actually likes him?
His grip on the car door tightened so forcefully that it felt like it might break.
The sight of them together, so affectionate, drove him back inside his car.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. His agitation grew. Then, the phone rang again. It was Lyla.
“Sean, where are you? Can you come home right now? Mom went too far this time! She actually followed me. This is how much she doesn’t trust me! You need to speak up for me…” Lyla wailed, her voice filled with distress.
In the background, Sean could hear his mother’s voice cutting through the noise, “When did I follow you? I was just at the mall doing some shopping! You’re allowed to go, but I’m not? How does that make sense?”
“Why did you wear sunglasses and sneak around behind me? Even the shopkeeper saw you following me! What’s there to argue about?” Lyla shot back.
“I wasn’t following you! I was shopping too! Are you out of your mind?” his mother retorted, her tone sharp.
The argument escalated, and Sean’s head started to throb. He massaged his temples, feeling the tension in his forehead.
The phone call ended abruptly, and he switched his phone off.
At some point, things had begun to spiral between Lyla and his mother. Their constant conflicts were driving him mad. Initially, it had been manageable, but now it felt like the breaking point was near.
He thought back to when Myra had lived at home. She’d always gotten along with his mom, who had always taken her side. But Myra never liked conflict—she had always been the peaceful one, the one who kept things balanced. She had also been so respectful, so dutiful as a daughter-in-law…
A pang of longing swept through him as he thought about her. His gaze turned dark as he watched Myra’s car pull away. Without a word, he followed.
When Myra told Tony that they were making a detour to the supermarket, Tony furrowed his brow.
“Aren’t we going straight home?” he asked.
She turned to him, offering a warm smile. “We’re out of ingredients at home. I’ll make you a big meal. How does that sound?”
His brow lifted. “You can make a feast even without ingredients,” he teased, his voice deep and charming.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the steering wheel, causing the car to veer to the right for a moment. A siren blared, and she pulled over to the side of the road.
She shot Tony a playful glare. “It’s all your fault!”
As the traffic officer approached, Myra leaned over Tony and rolled down the window.
“You went off the road,” the officer said sternly, taking notes. “Do you realize how dangerous that was?”
Myra quickly apologized in a soft voice. “Sorry, my hands slipped. I’ll be more careful next time.”
Her sincerity seemed to defuse the situation, and the officer nodded. “Just focus on the road next time.”
As he turned to leave, a sudden noise broke the tension. Myra was now lying across Tony’s lap, her face flushed with embarrassment. She waved awkwardly at the officer. “It’s nothing. I slipped.”
The officer glanced at her, nodded, and walked away.
Myra hadn’t fallen onto Tony’s lap intentionally—it was more like he had pulled her down. She shot him an irritated look.
His expression darkened slightly. “Get up, or I’ll make you.”
Surprised, Myra quickly returned to her seat, starting the car again. But this time, her driving was noticeably slower.
A faint smile appeared on Tony’s lips, though it quickly faded as he looked into the rearview mirror. The smile turned into a cold, indifferent stare.
When they arrived at the supermarket parking lot, Tony didn’t get out of the car. “I’m going to smoke outside. Go ahead, I’ll call you later.”
She nodded, heading into the store. After she left, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the white sports car. The smoke rose lazily into the air, a stark contrast to the tension in his posture.
Before long, a Lamborghini pulled into the parking space beside him. A man stepped out, clearly trying to contain his fury.
Sean.
The two men locked eyes. Both dressed in black suits with white shirts, they shared an unmistakable resemblance—cold faces, hostile eyes.
Sean’s fists clenched as he approached Tony. He was furious, the anger from earlier now unleashed. With a swift movement, he attempted to land a punch on Tony’s face, his fist carrying all the frustration he had been holding in.
But Tony was faster. In a fluid motion, he sidestepped, and as Sean moved forward, Tony struck him hard in the abdomen. The force of the blow sent Sean stumbling backward, gasping in pain.
Tony, with a cigarette still between his fingers, looked at Sean with cold amusement. “Stop trying to pursue Myra. I’m running out of patience.”