Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

Chapter 56

Tony’s gaze lingered on Myra throughout the entire dinner. He stared at her as she stood before him

with her glass raised, the indifference in his eyes interwoven with other emotions.

On the other hand, Myra winced at him after she had downed her drink.

Everyone turned to look at Tony in anticipation. After a long pause, he raised his own glass and

downed his wine slowly.

As he did so, he returned Myra’s gaze. She saw the dark fire that burned in his eyes and there was the

faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

It was merely a toast of appreciation but for some reason, her heart fluttered when she saw how Tony

was looking at her. She hastily turned away from him, seeking respite from the intensity of his gaze, but

she was quickly barricaded by Mr. Logan.

“Something’s not quite right here, Miss Stark. I counted three toasts from you to Mr. Clark, but you

made only one to Director Hart. You ought to make another toast. Come on, then; pour out another

glass!” he chimed.

Myra’s head was already spinning from all the drinks she had, and the ground seemed to be moving

beneath her feet. She might end up humiliating herself if she kept drinking at this rate. When she tried

to come up with an excuse, however, she accidentally nudged Mr. Logan and the drink in his hand

spilled over her.

“I’m sorry, Miss Stark!” Mr. Logan was apologetic as he hastily grabbed a napkin off the table and

handed it to her.

He could not have prevented this from happening; his inhibitions were just as lowered as everyone

else’s after all the drinks they had. Glancing down, Myra saw that the wine had soaked through the

front of her pencil skirt and the soiled fabric stuck uncomfortably to her skin.

“It’s alright.” She smiled, not wanting to make a fuss while everyone was having such a good time.

Meanwhile, Leo hurried over to Director Hart after the latter shot him a look from across the table. He

lowered himself so Tony could speak close to his ear, then nodded and left the room. He returned with

a waiter, who approached Myra and said, “Miss Stark, I could bring you up to the changing room if

you’d like.”

Seeing as the sodden skirt was sticking to her skin uncomfortably, Myra nodded and followed the

waiter to the upper floors.

She had dressed formally today for the contract signing, but her alluring figure was not lost in the

modest cut of her office lady attire. The blouse accentuated her curves, and the close-fitting skirt drew

in her narrow waist and showed off her long, slender legs.

The waiter was smiling courteously as she handed a similar outfit to Myra, saying, “You have such a

gorgeous figure, Miss Stark. This outfit should fit you well enough.”

Myra returned her smile as she took the clothes and thanked her, then turned to enter the women’s

changing room.

She was feeling tipsy, probably from all the drinks, so it took her a while to change into the new set of

clothes. When she was done, she had to admit that the waiter had a good eye—the clothes fit her

perfectly. She bent over and packed her soiled clothes into a carrier bag, then opened the door to leave

the room.

However, she had only just looked up when she froze in place at the sight before her.

The waiter must have left when Myra had been in the changing room, and the person who was

presently standing at the door was none other than Tony himself.

There were a couple of cigarette butts littered on the floor, indicating that he had been standing there

for a while.

Upon seeing Myra, he shifted slightly and leaned against the doorjamb, his gaze locking with hers. A

cigarette dangled gracefully between his lips and his eyes looked darker in the cloud of smoke.

“Director Hart?” Myra couldn’t hide her surprise, eyeing him curiously as she asked, “Do you need the

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As she watched him, she found herself thinking how the heavens must adore him. There was an

indescribable grace to his carefree stance, even as the cigarette dangled from his lips. She would have

cringed if it was anybody else.

Having heard her question, Tony threw his cigarette on the floor and stubbed it out with the tip of his

shoe. He raised a brow as he surveyed her face with mild amusement and answered flatly, “I was

waiting for you.”

For a moment, Myra was lost in his gaze. Belatedly registering what he said, she instinctively craned

her neck and peered over his shoulder, thinking that he was teasing her again. However, she saw only

an empty hallway, with no sign of the fluffy Samoyed named Meow anywhere.

Waiting for me? Why would he abandon the others just to come up here and wait for me?

Seeing her like this, Tony’s eyes darkened and without warning, he reached up to caress her forehead.

He had noticed the dressing on her forehead when she was over at the Hart Group for the contract

signing, but he refrained from asking about it. He was distressed at the thought that she might have

gotten hurt as a result of what he had done, but he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

His concern took Myra by surprise. Her skin prickled under the warmth of his hand as he gently

caressed the wound on her forehead. She flinched away, growing flustered. “It’s nothing serious; it’s

just a small cut, is all.”

She wondered if he was drunk but she grew wary at the same time. She cleared her throat and said,

“We shouldn’t keep the others waiting, Director Hart. Shall we head back downstairs?”

As she said this, she tried to steer past him to leave the room. However, she had only just reached the

doorway when he pulled her back and pinned her against the wall, taking her into his embrace.

He smelled like peppermint and tobacco, and while the scent was pleasant, it made her blush and

sobered her up instantly. She struggled against him, but it seemed as though he was intent on keeping

her in place despite his leisurely demeanor.

“What do you think you’re doing, Director Hart?” she demanded with her voice raised as she glowered

at him warily.

A feeling of déjà vu washed over her. She blushed furiously as she thought about that night at the hotel

when he pinned her against the wall in this exact manner. However, just as she felt her face reaching

boiling point, Tony leaned forward.

His lips found hers—he tasted like red wine and she felt herself growing intoxicated.

She could not believe that he would actually kiss her. Indignant, she raised her knee to attack him, but

he sensed this and pinned her legs down with his own.

His eyes bore into hers and though he saw the anger in them, he couldn’t help but find her extremely

endearing. He shook his head and wondered if he had fallen head over heels for her.

He appraised her outfit through narrowed eyes, and his lips quirked up in an amused smile as he

drawled, “Looks like I have a good eye, after all. The size of these clothes fit you perfectly.”

It was as though the air around them became still and Myra’s face grew hot. He had told the waiter her

size, but how did he know her measurements in the first place?

“Let go of me right now, Tony Hart!”

He was far too complicated and dangerous, and when he looked into someone’s eyes, one couldn’t

help but let their armor fall away. But there were times when he was a rogue, like he was in the

present. Myra couldn’t believe that he could be so blatant as to do something like this to her.

Blood was pounding in her head. She brought her gaze up to look into his eyes and she did not know if

it was her own illusion, but she thought there might have been a trace of tenderness there.

She felt herself growing hot all over. She was embarrassed and outraged when she seethed, “Tony, I

think I’ve made it very clear that I’m a married woman. Don’t you think you’ve overstepped your

boundaries here, Director Hart?”

“How so?” he asked breezily, as though he could not see the anger flashing across her face.

Upon hearing this, she choked. How was she supposed to answer him?

She was turning white with rage. Seeing this, Tony did not try to force an answer out of her and instead,

he let her go.