Chapter 127
Chapter Title: Unspoken Confessions
Tony deliberately pulled his hand away, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Of course not. How could I be angry with you? I’m just a nobody. If you want to hide me, that’s entirely up to you.”
Myra rolled her eyes inwardly at his words. He was clearly emphasizing the point, yet claiming he wasn’t upset. It was almost as if he wanted her to notice his frustration.
With a mischievous smile, Myra toyed with his right hand. “I’m not trying to hide you, Tony. You’re not an object, so why would I need to hide you? Oh… wait, that sounds wrong. You are something, but—haha…”
Tony’s face darkened immediately. “Myra, that’s enough.”
His sharp tone cut through her words, and the lightness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold intensity. Under the harsh light in the car, she saw the subtle gleam in his pupils—the faintest reflection of herself in his eyes. It was an unsettling yet intimate moment that stirred something deep within her.
Suddenly, memories came flooding back to Myra—memories she hadn’t thought of in a while. She remembered the way Tony had looked at her when she apologized to Elsie after Sean’s misunderstanding. His eyes had softened when he picked her up, as if he could sense the weight of her sorrow. Then there was the night at the banquet, when he’d casually opened a can of coconut juice for her. At the Hart Group party, he had shielded her from harm when others had tried to push the blame onto her.
And there were countless other moments—small, yet significant—where Tony had stepped in to help her, protect her, without asking for anything in return.
They had known each other for barely two months, but the bond between them had already deepened beyond words.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she gently squeezed his hand. “I just feel like I don’t owe him anything anymore,” she said softly. “Sean doesn’t matter to me now. He doesn’t need to know about my life anymore.”
Tony’s gaze softened. His fingers tightened around her hand, and he slowed the car down, his expression unreadable for a moment. There was something in her tone that caught his attention—something more than just the words she had spoken. It was as though she had shed the last of her ties to the past, and in doing so, was opening herself up to something new.
He let the silence stretch between them for a moment, his thumb caressing her hand gently. “So, when do we make it official?” he asked, his tone casual, yet there was a hint of something deeper beneath his words.
Myra blinked, clearly thrown off by his question. She pouted slightly. “I don’t quite understand…”
The car came to a sudden halt, and before she could process what was happening, Tony reached over, unbuckled his seatbelt, and pulled her onto his lap.
She gasped, startled by the sudden proximity. His face loomed in front of hers, his eyes dark with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
“You don’t understand me?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Myra’s breath caught in her throat. The space between them was so small now that it seemed to burn with electric tension. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the subtle shift in his posture that told her he wasn’t going to let this moment pass without making his intentions clear.
Before she could say anything, his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was demanding, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as though he couldn’t get enough of her.
Her mind blanked for a moment. She didn’t know how to react, how to process the flood of emotions that suddenly overwhelmed her. She had expected many things when she got into this car, but this? This was unexpected, yet not entirely unwelcome.
When Tony pulled back, his lips brushed against hers softly, and he whispered against her skin, “You like me.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine. She opened her mouth to retort, but instead, she muttered, “You’re cheating!”
Tony’s gaze darkened, becoming more predatory. “You like me,” he repeated, his voice thick with something like amusement and desire.
Myra’s heart raced. His words echoed in her mind, and she couldn’t deny them. He was right. Somewhere along the way, she had fallen for him, even if she hadn’t realized it at the time.
She pushed against his chest, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Stop it, Tony. You’re being too much!”
But Tony wasn’t done. He tilted her chin up, his gaze focused and intense as he lowered his face to her ear. “You like me, Myra. You’ve liked me for a while now, even if you don’t want to admit it.”
Her heart pounded in her chest. His proximity was overwhelming, his breath hot against her skin, and her body softened instinctively under the weight of his touch.
She knew then that he was right. She couldn’t deny it anymore. Somewhere, somehow, she had fallen for him.
Her fingers brushed against his jaw, tracing the sharp line of his face as she looked into his eyes. There was something raw in them, something she couldn’t quite name but that made her pulse race.
A slow smile spread across her lips, and she leaned forward, closing the space between them once more. “To be honest,” she whispered, “I have no idea when I fell for you, Tony.”
The words hung in the air, a confession neither of them had expected to make.
Tony’s expression softened, but the intensity didn’t fade. “Well,” he said, his voice teasing, “now that we’ve got that out of the way… what are you going to do about it?”
Myra blushed, feeling a mixture of confusion and excitement. She wasn’t used to this side of Tony—playful, teasing, and yet still somehow dominating.
Before she could respond, Tony gave her a sly smile. He reached for her, pulling her closer into his embrace. “I guess we’re official now, then.”
Her face reddened, and she pushed against him, laughing awkwardly. “You’re so shameless,” she said, but her voice held no real malice. She unbuckled her seatbelt and hurriedly exited the car, needing some space to breathe.
Tony watched her go with a slow, knowing smile, his eyes following her every movement. He leaned back against the seat, taking a moment to savor the feeling of their shared confession.
After a pause, he pulled out his phone, snapped a picture of Myra as she walked away, and posted it to his Facebook Stories with the simple caption: ‘Nice weather today.’