Chapter 200
At the Stark Group, after Sean left with Lyla in his embrace, Sebastian suddenly snorted loudly and gave Myra a long, scrutinizing stare. “Temptress!” he muttered.
Myra grimaced in return, lifting the flask in her hands as she said, “Thank you, Old Master Hart.”
“Why are you thanking me? I wasn’t the one who prepared it!” Sebastian turned away, adopting his usual haughty demeanor.
What a surprise—I certainly didn’t expect Myra to get caught up in a dispute with another woman, and then that Chase boy showed up as well. If I hadn’t appeared, she would have been bullied by both of them and wouldn’t have had the chance to speak up. Sebastian frowned, muttering, “You’re such a wimp. No wonder you’re no match for Tony.”
Myra felt quite awkward at the moment. I never imagined this would happen. I can’t believe Old Master Hart witnessed the dispute between me, Sean, and Lyla. I certainly didn’t expect him to stand up for me either!
Sebastian suddenly recalled that the Fisher girl was indeed pregnant. His gaze flickered toward Myra’s stomach as he asked, “Have you been staying at Tony’s place lately?”
Myra was taken aback by the sudden change in topic and felt her face flush. She nodded slightly. “Yes.”
At that moment, the crowd began to return to work after their lunch break. Sensing the awkwardness of the situation, Myra quickly asked, “Have you had lunch, Old Master Hart?”
Sebastian waved her off, realizing her intent. “I’ve eaten. I’m fine. Don’t fuss.”
However, curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, “How long have you two been together?” His eyes then narrowed. Why is there no baby yet?
Sebastian had spent the morning pestering Lisa to prepare the chicken soup. It wasn’t easy to get Lisa to agree, as not many people were fortunate enough to taste her cooking. Ever since Tony had mentioned it last night, Sebastian had been preoccupied with thoughts of his great-grandchild. Katie’s pregnant now, but they’ve decided the child will take her surname. That’s such a shame! But Tony has a woman now! If Myra’s pregnant, her child will be my first great-grandchild. This is fantastic news!
Sebastian had even gone so far as to discuss potential baby names with Lisa.
“I’ve been together with Tony ever since… I finalized the divorce with Mr. Chase,” Myra responded.
Sebastian furrowed his brows in disbelief. “What? It’s been less than a month!” He shook his head. That’s far too short. Looks like no great-grandchild will be arriving anytime soon.
Myra was significantly startled by his words, unsure of what was going through his mind.
She looks so lost! I can’t take this anymore! Her intelligence level is quite worrisome. What if my great-grandchild inherits her traits? Sebastian stomped his foot in frustration, muttering, “Eat more walnuts.”
“What?”
“What do you mean by ‘what’? Just do as I say!” Sebastian replied with a firm tone. He straightened his clothes, then glanced at Myra again. “Go home early once you finish work, alright? You should spend more time with Tony. It’s popular among youngsters to foster a relationship. The more time you two spend together, the faster I’ll get a great-grandchild!”
After a brief pause, he added, “After you finish the soup, let me know what you think of it. If it’s to your liking, I’ll make sure someone delivers it every day.” It’s important to nurture her body so she can get pregnant soon.
Myra quickly shook her head. “There’s no need for that. You’re too kind. I can—”
“No need to feel shy. Come over to the Hart Residence anytime. I’ll make sure you get to eat whatever you like.” Sebastian had completely overlooked the fact that he had previously been pestering Myra to cook for him.
Myra felt a surge of warmth in her chest. Noticing Sebastian’s stern gaze, she nodded in resignation. “Okay. Thank you, Old Master Hart.”
“You’re welcome.” Sebastian grinned, clearly pleased with himself for achieving his goal today. He turned and walked toward the door. “Hurry up and have your lunch, and don’t starve yourself.”
Without waiting for Myra to see him out, he left the Stark Group.
Myra stared at the flask in her hands, her feelings difficult to put into words. Ever since Grandpa and Mom passed away, I’ve found comfort in Eve. But it was all a facade; her love was conditional. In fact, she was the one who tried to send me to prison. I’ve been deeply affected by that. Still, I’m lucky to have met others who love and appreciate me. And… I have him.
As Tony crossed her mind, her phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, she saw that it was a call from Tony.
A warm feeling spread through her as she answered the call. At the same time, she noticed Sebastian leaving the building and getting into a waiting car. She then turned toward the elevator.
“Hello?”
She could hear his low breathing through the phone, and it felt as if he were right next to her.
“Did Grandpa pay you a visit?” Tony’s low, enchanting voice came through the receiver.
The moment Myra heard his voice, the slight unhappiness she had been feeling from the dispute with Sean and Lyla melted away. She glanced at the flask in her hands, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah,” she replied.
Tony, who had been feeling somewhat frustrated, calmed down as he heard her voice. He extinguished the cigarette he was holding, then, without realizing it, asked, “Did Sean show up too?”
Myra froze, a little taken aback. She scanned her surroundings but saw no sign of Sean. Sebastian had just left the building, so it couldn’t have been him who mentioned this to Tony. Raising her eyebrows in surprise, she playfully asked, “Are you jealous?”
Tony didn’t answer, his silence only heightening the tension between them.
Just then, the elevator dinged, signaling her arrival at the intended floor. Myra walked out, amusement flickering in her eyes.
“Well,” she began, “Lyla came over to talk to me. She wanted me to stop pursuing Sean and leave her family alone.” She paused briefly before continuing, “She grabbed me, and when I tried to break free, I must have pushed her backward. She almost fell down a flight of stairs. Sean arrived just in time to see it all, and we had a bit of a disagreement. That’s really all that happened. Fortunately, Old Master Hart showed up and helped me get out of that mess.”
Over the phone, Tony remained silent, though his mood had darkened.
His eyes narrowed as his voice remained even. “Have you had lunch?”
Myra, not wanting to dwell on the subject of Lyla, responded, “No. Old Master Hart dropped off some food. It’s chicken soup. I’ll have that for lunch. I don’t really have an appetite after all the commotion.”
Not pressing further, Tony simply reminded her, “I’ll pick you up after work.”
Myra realized she had a dinner appointment that evening and quickly responded, “No need to come tonight. I have a dinner appointment, so I’ll head home afterward.”
Tony’s voice was low as he replied, “Sure.” He didn’t say anything else and hung up shortly after.
Myra wasn’t sure if she was overthinking things, but she sensed that Tony was holding something back.