Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)
Chapter 256

Tony was teasing, but it left Myra baffled.

The thought never occurred to her.

She was just unhappy; unhappy that Cameron, Kris, and Rachel were slowly pushing her to the edge after she entered the Stark Group.

But Tony knew about the will. In the end, the Stark Group would belong to Myra, and he was going to help her secure it. That was his deal with Conan. Pondering on it, Myra tapped her fingers in his hand then shook her head. "I don't know."

She did not like doing business. The only reason she worked in Chase Group in the past was to help Sean. After that, she returned to work in Stark Group to claim back what originally belonged to her mother. Personally, she did not enjoy getting involved in complicated matters. Once she got what she wanted, she really did not know what she would do. With her personality, she just wanted an easy-going job to help kill time. If she had to continue working in Stark Group and face the people she disliked, her life would become futile.

Seeing the deep frown on her face, Tony let go of her hand and massaged the side of her forehead. His deep laughter was filled with adoration. "You don't have to keep thinking about it if you don't know. Worry about it when the time comes."

His long and slender fingers were beautiful. Looking at his sturdy build, the lines on the side of his handsome face, and the smile on the corner of his lips that was a rare sight to other people, she suddenly blurted, "Tony, why are you so nice to me?"

They had only known each other for around three months, but he made her feel as if he had known her from very early on.

He spoiled her without any limits, but the way he spoiled her felt completely natural as though they were a couple that had been together for many years. It fascinated her. Sometimes, in the dead of the night, she couldn't stop herself from overthinking and wondering why he treated her so well.

She was not going to believe what Lyla told her about Sean-that such a benign and open-hearted man would have bad intentions toward her. From her point of view, there was nothing he could plot against her, and he was not that kind of person to start with.

Nevertheless, she still felt slightly perturbed. It was like having a piece of pastry fall from the sky right in front of her when she was famished.

Tony looked at her big and clear eyes that were staring back at him with doubt, uneasiness, nervousness, and worry. When he felt her hand suddenly tightening around his, he smirked briefly then raised his eyebrows at her. "You don't want me to be nice to you?"

"You know what I mean!" He always plays it down and changes the topic. She pinched his hand unhappily.

His hand was wide, dry, and warm. In the space between his thumb and index finger was a thin callus that somehow gave a sense of security.

He chuckled when he saw that she was glaring at him. His laughter was deep. She always thought his voice sounded very pleasant. Listening to his laughter now, she couldn't help but feel weak. As she played with his big hand, she murmured, "Did you know me before this? Or..." She looked up at his handsome face-at those profound and black eyes. "Have we met once before?"

We must have met at some point. How could it be love at first sight?

She wanted to ask him this question last time, but he simply brushed it off.

This time, she persisted by keeping her eyes on him.

The best feature on Myra's face was her eyes. When she looked straight at someone, there seemed to be a vast ocean in her eyes. They looked calm and gentle.

Under her gaze, he unknowingly tightened his hand around the steering wheel and narrowed his eyes. "Why are you suddenly asking me this question? Don't you know whether we've met before?"

She pursed her lips. I don't remember having met him before, but how can that be? He makes it seem as though we've known each other for a long time.

"I've met you before." Under her silent and pressing gaze, he gave in and told her calmly.

She felt her heart skip a beat. So it's true! "When did you meet me? Why don't I remember?" she asked urgently.

The lights were green now. As traffic slowly began to move, he quickly started the engine and followed the flow of traffic.

Something flickered across his eyes when he heard Myra, and he narrowed them to a dangerous degree.

She had obviously noticed it, but her curiosity made her want to know more.

Seeing her stare at him, he let out a scoff and said, "At the bar. You heroically helped those two people block a wine bottle."

He did not give much away, but she immediately knew what he was talking about.

Helping two people block the wine bottle at the bar was something she had done only once in her life. It happened a few years ago when she was still in university. She had followed Sean to a bar and saw him and Lyla arguing with another group of people. When Sean was trying to protect Lyla from the wine bottle, she felt a sudden burst of courage and went up to push the both of them aside.

At the time, she had lost consciousness right away so she did not remember what had happened. She assumed that Sean had taken her to the hospital himself, but later, she heard that it was a stranger. She was not that interested in other men back then except for Sean. Therefore, aside from feeling grateful toward that stranger, she did not take it too seriously.

However, after hearing Tony, she asked, "Were you the one who sent me to the hospital?" She looked in bewilderment at the man next to her who was focused on driving.

He quickly turned over and glanced at her, but he did not nod or shake his head.

Nevertheless, she already knew the answer.

The stranger who sent her to the hospital at the time was, in fact, Tony. She had lost consciousness and was unaware of everything. No wonder he knows me, but I don't know him. Soon, she became embarrassed.

When he met her back then, she was in a bad state. Even though she did not even know Tony then, she still displayed her deep love for Sean in front of him.

Moreover, the night she stayed at the Hart Residence, she somehow dreamed of what happened at the bar.

She suddenly felt rather uneasy. Clearing her throat, she started, "Um... Thanks for taking me to the hospital."

He scoffed at her.

It was the second time that night. That short laugh carried a vague and unidentifiable feeling that made her even more distressed. My curiosity got the better of me! But I still got the answer I wanted.

Turning over to look at Tony's well-defined and neat side profile once again, she felt a surge of happiness. Disregarding his aloof nature, she clasped his hand and asked, "Tony, did you already fall for me then?"

He cast a side glance at her without responding.

On the other hand, perhaps no one would have believed him if he said that, in fact, it was at that point, because of those eyes, that he developed those mysterious feelings for her.