Chapter 190
Kris was more clever than Sasha. She intentionally pretended not to know who Sebastian was at first, giving herself time to create a favorable impression. Though this trick might work on ordinary old men, Sebastian had seen all sorts of schemes in his long life. He simply glanced at her indifferently before turning back to continue ringing the doorbell.
Kris felt a sting of humiliation as he ignored her. Just as she was about to speak, Sebastian muttered to himself, frustrated, “Strange… what is going on? I clearly saw them heading here. Why is no one answering the door? Could they have not come here after all?”
Earlier that day, out of boredom, he had left the clubhouse and asked his driver to take him to the mall. Suddenly, he craved fish, especially the steamed fish Myra had made for him the other day. As they entered the underground parking lot, he caught sight of a white sports car. Isn’t that my little grandson and Myra standing behind the car? They were carrying bags of ingredients—seems like they were headed home to prepare lunch.
After they drove off, Sebastian had his driver secretly follow them, stopping at a distance. It looked like they were heading to his grandson’s villa. With that in mind, he quietly followed, only to be met with silence despite repeatedly pressing the doorbell.
When Kris overheard Sebastian, she rushed to assure him, “Director Hart is here. You didn’t come to the wrong place.”
Finally, Sebastian turned to acknowledge her. “Who are you?”
Feeling relieved that he had spoken to her, Kris smiled sweetly. “My name is Kris Stark. I’m Myra’s younger sister.”
“Myra has a younger sister?” Sebastian asked, his brow furrowing. Although he was well aware of who she was—he had thoroughly researched Myra’s family—he remained indifferent. The Hart family had always been protective of Myra, and his cold response reflected that.
Kris hesitated, looking slightly embarrassed. “Sis left the house a long time ago. She… I don’t think she likes me very much. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t mentioned me to anyone.”
“I see,” Sebastian responded, his expression unreadable. “But why are you here to see my grandson?”
Kris’s heart rate picked up slightly, but she kept her composure. “The Stark Group hopes to collaborate with the Hart Group on the Elsinore Garden Project. I’m in charge of the project and came to meet Director Hart to discuss urgent matters.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re very dedicated to work, Miss Stark, to be thinking about business on the weekend.”
She felt a twinge of frustration as he used her formal title. He calls Myra ‘Myra’ but addresses me as ‘Miss Stark.’ It’s clear she has already won over the elders of the Hart family. She forced a pleasant smile. “I just want to help ease my father’s burden. He’s getting older, and I don’t want him to work so hard anymore.”
“That’s admirable,” Sebastian replied dryly before turning away and pressing the doorbell again, signaling that he was done with the conversation.
Though Kris was a little annoyed, she understood the importance of being patient with the Hart elders. She stood quietly to the side, making sure not to press her luck. Even if she hadn’t caught Tony’s attention yet, meeting Sebastian and leaving a good impression wasn’t a bad outcome.
What neither of them had anticipated was the long wait that would follow. Nearly an hour had passed since they had first arrived, with Sebastian ringing the doorbell repeatedly. Inside the villa, Myra was suffering from leg cramps, and Tony had no choice but to stop their earlier activities. Annoyed, Myra pinched his waist, but the effect was lost on him due to his firm muscles. She glared at him in frustration.
Tony, now more patient after his moment of indulgence, carefully massaged her calf. Though his touch wasn’t perfect, it provided relief, and Myra moaned softly. The sound made Tony’s eyes darken, and his hand began to slide higher, but just as he was about to resume, Myra stopped him with a delicate hand.
“My leg hurts…” she protested softly.
Tony paused and kissed her lips before setting her back into the passenger seat. “I’ll carry you upstairs. You should soak in a hot bath.”
She nodded quickly, relieved by his gentle tone. As he exited the car, the cool air hit them, gradually calming their passion. Then, they heard the faint sound of the doorbell ringing.
The two had been so caught up in their previous activities that they hadn’t noticed the sound of the bell. Myra gestured to Tony, indicating he should check. After tidying himself up, Tony opened the garage door and stepped outside.
Sebastian saw him immediately. In the last half hour, Tony had been in the garage the entire time. As Tony approached, Sebastian noticed the noticeable red marks on his grandson’s neck, which made him fume.
“You little b*stard!” Sebastian exploded as soon as Tony came close. “I rang the doorbell for so long! Are you deaf? What were you doing sneaking around in the garage? Why didn’t you come out to answer the door?”
Tony, with his usual lazy, sexy demeanor after their intimate moment, merely raised an eyebrow in response. “Why are you yelling?”
Sebastian, his anger bubbling over, demanded, “Open the gate.”
“Why are you here at noon?” Tony responded nonchalantly, refusing to comply immediately.
Sebastian’s patience had worn thin. “I’ve been waiting forever. I came for lunch!”
“We already ate,” Tony said, folding his arms across his chest. “If you want lunch next time, just let us know.”
Sebastian’s face turned red with fury. “Don’t lie to me! I saw you two shopping for groceries. You never left the garage—how could you have eaten already?”
Tony shrugged, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “We were busy making you some great-grandchildren.”