Sebastian's attitude yesterday was a result of his anger but after Lisa's advice, he thought about it for the whole night. In all honesty, it wasn't hard for him to see past it.

When he saw Myra coming down the stairs, he even took the initiative to greet her and call her over for breakfast. Even though his tone still sounded a little dark, it was a whole lot better than ignoring her. Meanwhile, Tony also came down with her. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants that went along with his meticulously tied dark green tie. However, there weren't any emotions on his dashing face except for the two rows of teeth marks that were now imprinted on his gorgeous-looking face, serving as a contrast to his cold aura.

"Uncle Tony, who bit your chin?" Except for the naïve Henry, everyone else pretended to not notice the bite marks on his chin.

Listening to Henry's words, Tony walked to Myra's side, causing her face to flush immediately. She didn't dare to look at the man next to her, so she instinctively quickened her footsteps to put some distance between them.

However, Tony seemed to realize her intentions, so he reached out and pulled the nervous woman right into his arms before answering Henry seriously, "It's all your Aunt Myra's fault-she was being a little naughty last night, so she bit me."

"What?" Henry was startled as he didn't expect Myra to be this brutal. Looking at the bite marks on Tony's chin, he couldn't help but shiver since there was now a purplish red wound. It must have been really painful when she bit him. Looks like I cannot afford to simply offend her!

Seeing Henry's shock expression, Myra flushed even more as she couldn't help but push Tony aside embarrassedly and whispered, "Behave yourself!"

If I don't stop this man, who knows what other shameless things will spit out of his mouth?

With his head down, Tony could see the side of her gorgeous face from his angle, which looked soft and delicate. As the faint sunlight shone on her face, her eyes seemed to be coated by a layer of charming light that was enough to make his heart race. Feeling as if his heart was suddenly pierced by an arrow, a faint sense of satisfaction started to rise while he tightened his hands around her waist and he led her to the dining table. "Yes, darling."

"Who are you calling darling here?" Myra didn't expect the man to keep on going with his words, causing her whole face to flush red. Even though she knew that Tony never cared about what other people thought, they were still in the Hart Residence and everyone was now looking at them.

Tony raised his brows and he noticed her shyness, so he stopped teasing her.

The atmosphere of the meal today was much better than last night's, which was a huge relief for Myra.

Living in the Chase Family for two years almost destroyed her hopes for love and marriage. She knew that being a divorced woman, she would definitely be ostracized by most elite families, especially after the incident that was exposed last night. Not only would the family dislike her, the husband would also feel disgusted. However, this wasn't the treatment she received in the Hart Family. As she turned her head around and looked at the man who was eating his breakfast elegantly, she felt a sense of gratification within her, and she was grateful that this man was able to insert all kinds of colors into her life once more.

...

Tony made an appointment with a reporter yesterday, so the two of them drove to a café after finishing their breakfast.

On the way, Myra felt a little nervous so she turned around and reminded Tony, "If the reporter asks about yesterday's incident, just stay silent and let me answer it, or you can try to talk more about your career so that we can divert the reporter's attention. Even better, why don't I stay in the car and wait for you to finish talking with him?"

There isn't a reporter in the world that doesn't want any gossip. After what happened yesterday, the reporter will definitely question everything when he sees the two of us showing up together. What she didn't want the most was to get Tony involved in all of this.

"Don't worry. He's a friend and he won't mess with us."

Seeing the restlessness in her eyes, one of Tony's hands let go of the steering wheel and he grabbed her left hand, silently giving her strength. His eyes were filled with determination as he looked at the path in front.

It wasn't long before they reached the café.

The place was very private since it was no ordinary café-the moment they arrived at the entrance, there was a valet waiting to help park Tony's car. After getting out of the car, Tony put his arm around Myra's waist and they both went in.

After passing through two corridors and an indoor fountain, they finally reached a beautiful-looking garden that was about 30 square meters. Even though it looked small, the decorations were very elegant. There were European-pastoral style decorations everywhere, and the splendid little flowers had a unique fragrance to them. In the corner of the little garden, there was a man sitting on a wicker chair while casually sipping a cup of coffee and next to him, there was a camera and a notebook. As soon as he saw them coming, his eyes lit up and he quickly walked toward them with his hand stretched out. "It's been such a long time since we've seen each other, Director Hart. I thought that you would stand me up today. You really are a busy man and it isn't easy to get a chance to see you!"

Tony curled up his lips slightly while reaching out to shake the man's hand politely. "It's been a while."

Obviously, the man knew about Tony's temperament very well, so he didn't comment on his attitude. Instead, his eyes were filled with excitement as he turned toward the woman next to Tony with a smile. "And this is?"

Actually, the man knew who Myra was but he was even more familiar with Tony's temper. I can't believe that he would one day be this protective toward a woman.

"Let me introduce my fiancée, Myra Stark. Myra, this is my senior Jordan Webb, the reporter I told you about yesterday."

Tony turned toward Myra and his gaze urged her not to be nervous. Throughout this whole exchange, he didn't once let go of her hand.

From their interactions, Myra could see that Tony had a good relationship with the reporter, so she let out a small sigh of relief and smiled at Jordan. "Nice to meet you."

"Hello! I can see that the two of you are engaged. By the looks of it, I assume that I'll be able to attend your wedding soon," Jordan cheered. Of course, he wouldn't directly ask them about yesterday's incident. Even though he was a professional gossip-loving reporter and he was currently very excited, he understood that the person standing next to him couldn't be messed with. Also, he could roughly figure out why Tony came to him today.

At the moment, Myra was a little nervous but Tony smiled and said faintly, "If you are in the country for the near future, I'll definitely invite you to our wedding."

Immediately, Jordan was dumbfounded as he didn't expect Tony to be this direct toward him. Initially, he thought that the latter came to him because he wanted to clarify the news that broke out yesterday, but it seemed like there was more to it.

Therefore, Jordan said jokingly, "Director Hart, even if I'm busy, I'll still push everything aside just to attend your wedding."

Then, he carefully sized up the woman in front of him. To be honest, even though she is pretty, there are more beautiful women in the elite's circle other than her. If we are talking about how rich she is, the Stark Family's fortune is nothing to the Hart Family and if it's about her talents, there are definitely more talented women than her. When Jordan initially heard that Myra was Tony's fiancée, he didn't pay much attention to it because he assumed that she was just another woman that Tony took a liking to recently.

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