Chapter 55
Myra closed her eyes, refusing to watch the video any longer.
“Are you trying to tell me this isn’t you?” Sean hissed, now fully sober, his voice dripping with disbelief and anger.
Her lips curled into a bitter smile. “It doesn’t matter what I tell you. You’ve already convinced yourself that I was cheating on you the moment you saw this video. What use is there in saying anything else?”
Her stubborn gaze met his, but the blood trickling down from the gash on her forehead, past her temples, made her seem even more fragile, almost ethereal in her pain.
Sean scrutinized her with a piercing glare, as if trying to burn a hole through her. A long silence stretched between them, during which Myra felt herself grow numb under his gaze. Finally, he heaved himself off of her, his icy stare never leaving her face.
“I won’t touch you, Myra. I wouldn’t want to get my hands dirty,” he sneered, his disgust clear.
With that, he turned and stormed out of the bedroom, leaving Myra trembling in the aftermath of his rage. Not a single glance was spared for her pale, frightened face.
Meanwhile, Tony was buried under piles of work, too consumed by his responsibilities to think about anything else. But when his phone rang, it was Elliot on the line.
“You’re not working overtime again, are you, Tony?” Elliot asked, his voice laced with mischief. “I’m not trying to scare you, but if you keep working like this, it’s going to affect your performance in the bedroom. How will you ever please your wife in the future?”
Tony leaned back in his chair, a devilish grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “Don’t worry about my endurance—it’s still better than yours anyway.”
Elliot choked on his laughter before replying, “Alright, alright, pretend I didn’t say anything. Are you still joining us tonight?”
Tony blinked, realizing he had forgotten about the dinner plans. He glanced at the nightscape outside his window, his thoughts briefly wandering. “You guys can go on without me,” he replied flatly.
“I figured as much,” Elliot said with a scoff before hanging up.
Tony scrolled through his contacts and hesitated over the name “Kitten,” his finger hovering before he pressed the number. But the line rang unanswered. After a few moments, he sent a text: ‘You called? I was in a meeting during the day.’
Ten minutes passed, but there was still no reply. His frown deepened. Standing up abruptly, he grabbed his jacket, intending to drive to Myra’s house, but paused when he remembered that she was staying with the Chase Family. He cursed under his breath.
The next morning, Myra arrived at work, her forehead still bruised, and Tilly was quick to notice.
“Myra, what happened to you?” Tilly asked, concern flashing across her face.
“I fell,” Myra answered flatly, keeping her emotions in check. The bruise on her jaw had faded significantly thanks to some ointment from Leo, and with her bangs framing her face, it was barely noticeable.
Tilly, always the chatterbox, scolded her lightly. “You’re a grown woman! You have to be more careful. By the way, are you really married? What’s your husband like? What does he do? Is it fun being married?”
Myra stiffened, but her smile remained calm. “Yes, I’m married. It’s just like any other family, I suppose. My marital life is pretty average.”
Before Tilly could press further, Myra quickly shifted the topic. “I’m going over to the Hart Group later to sign the contract. You should come with me.”
Tilly’s face lit up with excitement. “I signed up to be your assistant! Mr. Xavier already approved my application! I’ll be working with you now!”
Myra blinked in surprise but grinned. “As long as you don’t mess things up for me.”
“As if! I promise I’ll follow every order down to the letter!” Tilly teased, sticking out her tongue.
The two exchanged a playful smile before heading out.
At the Hart Group, Leo and Mr. Logan were already waiting when Myra and Tilly arrived. They greeted the women warmly and led them upstairs.
“Miss Stark, Director Hart is expecting you upstairs,” they informed her with respectful nods.
The Sunny Bay Project had clearly been set aside for Myra from the beginning, and the employees were well aware of the special place she held in Director Hart’s heart. They had seen what happened to Lily, the disgraced designer from the Hay Group—her career was practically over, and Myra had secured her own future here.
Myra nodded and made her way upstairs, with Tilly in tow.
The contract signing went smoothly, and once everything was completed, Mr. Logan suggested they celebrate at the Ritz Carlton. Myra had no objections, wanting to show her gratitude to the Hart Group for the opportunity and thank Tony for his support.
At the Ritz Carlton, everyone gathered in a private room, enjoying drinks. Leo and Mr. Logan took turns clinking glasses with Myra. Her alcohol tolerance was average, and as the night wore on, she began to feel tipsy. Just as she thought she could take a breather, Tilly, Leo, and the others insisted she make a toast to Tony.
Tony had been quiet throughout the dinner, his cold demeanor keeping others at a distance. He wasn’t as excitable as the others, and no one dared approach him to make a toast. Meanwhile, Myra and Tilly were at the heart of the conversation, the table buzzing with their lively chatter.
Leo winked at Myra, urging, “All things aside, Miss Stark, you should know Director Hart played the most important role in securing the Sunny Bay Project for your company. You must toast to him!”
“That’s right, Myra! A toast to Tony!” Tilly chimed in, practically bouncing with excitement.
Myra blinked hard, trying to stay awake, before standing up and raising her glass in Tony’s direction. Her heart softened as she thought about all the times he had helped her. She took a deep breath and spoke gently, “Thank you, Director Hart, for all your support. Here’s to a fruitful partnership between the Hart Group and the Chase Group. Cheers.”
Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed with the warm glow of the wine. She wasn’t aware of how alluring she looked, the subtle curve of her lips and the way her eyes shimmered as she delivered the toast. She finished her speech and took a sip of her red wine.
The room erupted in applause and cheers. Tony, dressed in a crisp white shirt, had removed his jacket and loosened the top buttons, revealing a glimpse of his well-toned chest. His gaze never wavered from Myra, his cool demeanor in stark contrast to the warmth in her flushed cheeks.