Chapter 161
“Woof, woof… Woof, woof…”
The excited barks of a large, furry dog echoed in the car, reminding Myra of the awkward situation she had just been part of. She suddenly realized that, amid their intimate moment, the dog had been present and watching them the entire time. She looked up, horrified to see the dog sitting there, completely unbothered, as if it had witnessed every embarrassing detail. Her face burned even more at the realization.
“Drive properly!” she demanded, slapping Tony’s chest. Unfortunately, his chest was like a wall of solid muscle, and her slap only resulted in a sharp pain in her palm.
Tony observed her angry, embarrassed expression with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips. He caught her hand and kissed her fingers, never breaking eye contact. “Aren’t I about to start driving properly now?” he said, his tone laced with meaning.
Although Myra hadn’t noticed it, Tony had. The car windows were specially treated so that no one could peer inside, but from the inside, everything was clearly visible. As they had been caught in their moment, Tony had noticed the black Lamborghini stop abruptly nearby. He knew exactly who was in that car and had deliberately teased her, making her cry out in embarrassment.
“Tony Hart!” Myra’s voice was sharp, and she tried to pull her hand out of his grasp. Yet, her voice was strangely seductive, though she didn’t realize it.
Tony laughed deeply, low and teasing. He pulled her close, kissing the corner of her lips before answering, “Got it. I’ll drive properly.” He released her and carefully buckled her seatbelt before pushing the dog’s head out of the way and starting the car. The engine roared to life, and the car sped down the winding mountain road.
As they passed the Lamborghini, Tony deliberately slowed down, his expression turning serious. “How immoral,” he remarked in a deadpan tone. “Stopping their car by the side of the road at night… Are they afraid that people might not know what’s going on inside?”
Myra’s face burned even more from embarrassment. Was he seriously mocking them when he had done the same just moments ago? She refused to look at him, sure that he was wearing a smug expression. Instead, she turned her gaze to the window—and froze. That car… She couldn’t be wrong—it was Sean’s car.
This road led to both the Hart and Chase Residences, and though she recognized the car, she no longer felt anything. The sight of it, while familiar, didn’t stir the same emotions in her anymore. But then, a sudden sharp pain in her waist jolted her out of her thoughts. She turned to glare at Tony, only to find his narrowed eyes, filled with something dark and dangerous. “Are you upset?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
She didn’t answer him, merely huffing in annoyance and turning away again.
Another wave of pain shot through her waist as Tony’s voice, now smooth and mocking, drifted to her ears. “Are you upset seeing that bastard with another woman?”
“Tony Hart!” Myra finally snapped, turning to face him. She grabbed his mischievous hand and bit down on it, her teeth sinking into his skin like a cat defending herself. “How childish can you get?! You’re the one who’s upset! Your whole family is upset!”
Tony’s hand had deep teeth marks, but instead of pulling away, he raised an eyebrow, his expression filled with intense emotion. The tension in the car was palpable as Myra realized she may have gone too far. She cautiously glanced at Tony, who was now driving in silence. The streetlights outside cast a dim glow, and his face, once teasing, had turned cold and distant.
Myra bit her lip, unsure of how to break the sudden silence. The emotions she had tried to suppress were bubbling up inside her. But instead of voicing them, she turned away, focusing on the passing scenery. The rest of the drive was filled with a heavy, uncomfortable atmosphere, until the car finally pulled into the Hart Residence’s garden.
Inside, Sebastian was already fuming. He had received a call from Tony earlier that day, and it had set him off. “What?! How can you just bring her back like this?! In what capacity are you bringing her back?!” he shouted into the phone, his anger apparent.
Lisa, sitting beside him, gave him a quiet, meaningful look. As if under a spell, Sebastian’s tone shifted instantly. “Okay. Don’t forget to pick up Miss Stark later. Watch your temper.” He hung up abruptly, but the frustration lingered in his chest. “If it weren’t for Lisa, Myra Stark would never have come back here so soon,” he muttered to himself.
Later, still irritated, he hurried upstairs to change, asking Lisa to help him with his clothes. “I think I’ve gained some weight. Do you think these clothes still look good on me?” he asked, trying to smooth over his irritation.
Lisa smiled softly, setting aside her flowers, and followed him upstairs.
By the time the car arrived at the Hart Residence, Sebastian was standing outside, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with Shawn behind him. As the Maybach pulled up, Tony quickly parked and stepped out of the car. He was dressed sharply in a black suit, white shirt, and dark-green tie, his tall frame looking even more imposing. But his face, a mask of indifference, indicated that he wasn’t in the best mood.
Sebastian immediately noticed Tony’s sour expression. “You’re back from the U.S. yesterday, but you’re just now showing up? Are you trying to ignore your family?” he grumbled.
Tony ignored him and walked toward the house, his lack of response only infuriating Sebastian further. “Is this how you treat your grandfather?” he huffed, chasing after him. “Shawn is here too! You be careful, or I’ll have him cause some trouble for your company!”
“Whatever,” Tony responded flatly, his tone dismissive.
Sebastian, fuming, turned to Shawn. “Did you see that?! He’s your younger brother! Can’t you teach him some manners? How can you let him be such a rude brat?”
Shawn, however, had a different focus. His gaze shifted to the car Tony had just exited, and he calmly asked, “Grandpa, didn’t you say Miss Stark would be joining us today? Where is she?”
The words froze both of them in place. Sebastian shot a glance at Tony’s stiff back before turning back to the house. Realizing the absence of Myra, he hurried back.
Inside the car, Myra heard the voices outside, and a sense of dread settled over her. Steeling herself, she opened the door and stepped out. “I’m right here,” she said, her voice steady.
Sebastian glanced at his grandson, who was still ignoring the situation, and then at Myra, whose disheveled appearance didn’t go unnoticed. Several scenarios ran through his mind about what had happened.
Meanwhile, Myra couldn’t ignore the feeling of abandonment as she saw Tony walk away without a glance. She felt a sharp pang of hurt but quickly pushed it aside, resolving that perhaps it was better this way. As the others headed inside, she planned to slip away quietly. However, her intentions were soon thwarted.