Chapter 60
Both of the men had strikingly similar features—tall builds, handsome faces, and unique temperaments that drew the attention of the women around them. Soft whispers and seductive glances were exchanged as the ladies tried to catch their attention. But Tony, unfazed by the attention, narrowed his eyes and raised his glass, gulping down the red wine with a practiced ease.
“I heard Katie is pregnant. Your holiday is almost over, right?” Tony spoke, seemingly ignoring Damian’s comment.
Damian, though, was distracted by the woman beside Sean. She had been with him just moments ago, but now she trailed behind him, her expression dark, clearly upset about something. Damian’s brows furrowed as he watched them, his thoughts lingering on her, before his voice broke the silence.
“Tony, she’s a married woman.”
Tony’s eyes darkened slightly at Damian’s words. He had always been stubborn, and it was clear that whatever Damian said wouldn’t change his mind. If anything, it made him more determined to ignore the advice.
When Damian noticed Tony’s chilly response, he sighed inwardly. His younger brother had always been difficult to handle. He turned his attention back to the woman beside him, his focus diverted.
Meanwhile, on the stage at the Ritz Carlton, the center of attention had shifted. Sebastian Hart had already made his speech, thanking the guests for attending. But now, a woman was preparing to perform. Her figure was elegant, her makeup flawless, and her soft pink gown clung to her slender frame. She looked every bit the part of someone who belonged to the elite circles. Her eyes, like twin sunsets, shone with confidence as she prepared for her performance.
“Miss Fisher,” a staff member appeared backstage, addressing the woman with a polite tone. “Director Hart says it’s your turn to perform.”
A bright smile lit up her face as she stood, her voice sweet as she responded, “It’s a rare chance to impress Director Hart. I’ll give it my best.”
As she moved toward the stage, a female staff member approached her, whispering something in her ear. The woman nodded, a gleam of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
In the back garden of the hotel, the scene was quieter, less glamorous. Myra, who had drunk too much wine earlier, was following Sean. The alcohol was taking its toll, making her stagger with each step. When they arrived in the secluded garden, Sean finally allowed his true feelings to show.
“Don’t act so innocent, Myra. You’re nothing but a sl*t! How dare you flirt with another man right in front of me?”
Rage surged through him, a deep resentment that was fueled not by love but by betrayal. He pushed her roughly, and Myra, unsteady from the alcohol, stumbled and fell to the ground. Her elbow hit the ground first, sending a sharp pain up her arm. A soft crack echoed in the silence.
“Aargh!” Myra gasped, her body trembling in pain.
Sean’s initial instinct was to help her up, but when he saw her in pain, his expression grew cold, and he retracted his hand.
Myra winced, struggling to push herself up. The pain in her arm was unbearable, and a tear slipped from her eye as she silently cursed her situation. She had let herself hope that things might get better, only to be humiliated in front of so many people. Her pride had been shattered, and now, in this moment, she couldn’t even defend herself.
“Who did I seduce, Tony Hart?” she whispered bitterly, her words sharp with hurt and frustration. “If you’re accusing me of something, then you should at least have the decency to get your facts straight. You know as well as I do that Director Hart is not the type of man to be seduced easily.”
Her voice, though weak, held an edge of defiance. Sean, however, looked at her icily, unmoved by her words.
Despite the hurt, Myra attempted to get to her feet again. The pain from her elbow was sharp, and she gasped, her breath hitching. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she stubbornly kept her back straight. She turned and started walking back to the hall.
Looking at her, Sean felt a strange stirring inside him—something that he had felt every time they fought. Despite his anger, he couldn’t help but want to go after her. But something held him back, and he remained rooted in place for a moment before moving.
The soft sound of a piano drifted to his ears, and Myra stopped in her tracks. The melody was so soothing, it seemed。 to calm the chaos in the air. People around them turned their attention toward the stage as well.
Myra found herself looking up at the stage. There, a woman sat at the piano, playing gracefully. The soft pink roses that adorned the piano added to the ethereal beauty of the scene. But it was not just the music or the flowers that caught Myra’s attention—it was the woman herself.
She looked like someone from a dream—elegant, graceful, and, to Myra’s shock, far too familiar. Her features were etched into Myra’s memory, and seeing her again sent a wave of disbelief through her. Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned to look back at Sean.
Sean, too, was staring at the stage, his eyes narrowed. The emotions in his gaze shifted rapidly—anger, confusion, and finally, fascination. No matter how much he tried to despise that woman, there was something in her that drew him in. And that, above all else, terrified him.