Chapter 121
Chapter Title: Myra’s Vulnerability
Upon hearing the door open behind him, Sebastian turned, his expression darkening. His eyes widened as they landed on Myra. As realization struck, he stormed toward them, his gaze icy.
“So, is this why you’ve neglected to keep food in your apartment? You’ve been staying with my grandson all along! Did you rush home last night after hearing I was coming by?” he demanded.
Myra, still in shock, stared at him, unable to process that he had actually shown up at Tony’s apartment. She flushed with embarrassment, feeling like she had been caught doing something wrong. “Tony, maybe you should let me down,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, tugging gently at Tony’s shirt.
Sebastian’s eyes fell on the red marks on Myra’s wrists, and his gaze hardened. His eyes then flicked to her swollen eyes, his anger building. “Did you abuse her, Tony? How dare you! Who taught you to behave like a barbarian?” he thundered.
“Who are you calling barbaric?” Tony’s irritation was clear. The last thing he needed was an unannounced visit from Sebastian. “Hand over the keys and leave my apartment,” he snapped.
“How dare you speak to your grandfather like that!” Sebastian’s face flushed with anger. “All that money you wasted on Hilliville—a ghost town! And now you’re throwing me out of your apartment? Myra, tell my grandson he’s being unreasonable!”
Tony’s eyes darkened at the mention of Hilliville.
Myra, still cradled in Tony’s arms, felt a bit awkward with the confrontation. She softly spoke again, “I think you should let me down.”
However, Tony only tightened his grip on her. His expression remained cold, and he wasn’t letting her go anytime soon.
Sebastian looked at Myra, noticing the faint bruising on her face from the slap at the construction site and the abrasions on her wrists. His fury intensified. “How dare you call yourself a man when you can’t even protect your own lover?” he spat at Tony.
“My masculinity is none of your business,” Tony retorted, his voice low and firm. His anger was rising, and anyone who challenged him now would feel the full force of his wrath.
Sebastian took a step back, clearly taken aback by Tony’s words. He hesitated, then looked at Myra, seeing the pain in her eyes. Realizing that their argument was only upsetting her, he softened. With a sigh, he waved dismissively. “Right, I’ll show myself out.”
Tony’s voice was sharp as he barked, “Stop! Hand over the keys.”
Sebastian scowled but begrudgingly pulled the key out of his pocket, tossing it toward Tony. As he did, he couldn’t help but glance at Myra’s frail frame, the visible signs of her suffering still clear. “Be gentle with her, Tony. She’s recovering from her injuries,” he muttered before leaving.
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Myra released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. She turned toward Tony, her voice quiet. “Old Master Hart dropped by my place last night.”
Tony raised an eyebrow, now looking far more at ease. “I know,” he replied nonchalantly, his lips curling into a slight smile. “How could I not know when the old man proudly sent me a picture of the spaghetti bolognese he had at your place?”
Myra frowned, feeling a bit embarrassed. His tone shifted slightly, and she realized that Tony might have known more about the situation than she had initially thought. “I thought he just happened to be in the area,” she explained.
Tony’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “That would be quite the coincidence, don’t you think?”
Myra realized how careless her words sounded and winced. As she spoke, she didn’t notice that she had accidentally bitten her lip, causing a sharp sting. She hissed in pain, her eyes watering slightly.
Before she could react further, she felt a sudden warmth against her lips. Tony had leaned down, his lips pressing against hers gently. His kiss was tender, his tongue grazing her injured lip with careful consideration. The pain from her wound seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a gentle numbness.
The kiss sent a spark through her, and for a moment, she felt as though time had stopped. When she felt the urge to kiss him back, Tony pulled away. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, but Tony’s voice broke the silence. “Here, let me take a look at those wounds.”
His words, laced with concern, made Myra feel warm inside. She looked at him, her heart skipping a beat. He carefully laid her down on the bed, then reached for the first aid kit that Philip had prepared for him earlier.
As Tony examined her wrists, he frowned, surprised by the severity of the abrasions. Myra had clearly fought back fiercely when she had been thrown into the holding cell. His gaze darkened as he studied the red marks on her wrists. The tenderness of his touch contrasted with the fierce protectiveness in his eyes.
Myra couldn’t help but stare at him, taken aback by how gentle he was in this moment. Without thinking, she reached out, her fingers grazing his cheek as she admired him.
His eyes met hers, and for a moment, everything else faded away. His gaze was deep, like an endless ocean, pulling her in. It felt as though an invisible force was drawing them together. Before she could stop herself, she cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him, her lips pressing against his cool, dry ones.
“Tony,” she whispered his name, almost as if it were a prayer. The soft sensation of his lips against hers was intoxicating, and she found herself lost in the tenderness of the moment.
Tony, caught off guard by her sudden boldness, froze for a moment. But then, as if responding to her unspoken need, he wrapped his arms around her, gently pinning her to the bed. His lips were on hers again, urgent yet tender, and Myra felt an overwhelming sense of passion flood her senses.
After a long, heated moment, Myra tried to pull away to gasp for air, but Tony kept her close, unwilling to let her go.
“Be a good girl and let me take a look at your injuries,” he murmured against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. She shivered at his words, feeling her body respond to the tension between them.
As he looked down at her with a devilish smile, his gaze flicked to her eyes, and he whispered, “I want to look into your eyes…”