Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)
Chapter 445

While there were some who were sad, others were happy. On the night of Valentine's Day, Myra and Tony spent the entire night clinging together, whispering sweet nothings to each other. They had been through so many twists and turns, and it had been a long time since they last enjoyed such a peaceful moment. As they immersed themselves in this moment, they held each other, embracing the beauty of it. "I want Heather to be my maid of honor," Myra suggested.

Taking in the smell of her, Tony appeared intoxicated, and he tightened his hand on her chest. He hugged her tightly, as though he had the whole world in his arms, and he began to smell the scent from her hair again.

"Mmh," he murmured softly. Right now, he would agree to anything she said.

"Knock it off." She moaned for a bit while his hands started to stray around her body. This guy is always fooling around! she thought, feeling somewhat annoyed.

"There's no rush about the wedding. Let's not speak about the details today. Let's speak about us." Rolling over, he then lay on top of her and gazed down at her.

With her brows knitted tightly together, she pushed him feebly while saying, "You don't know when to be content." She was grumbling at him, thinking that he had superhuman stamina.

"I can't control it when I just look at you," he muttered close to her ear as he began kissing her.

"No more, please," she begged before it even started. Unlike him, she was already tired. Plus, she was also pregnant.

A devilish smile spread across his face and he kissed her on the lips. Pressing himself against her ear, he whispered, "I can't sleep tonight. I love you so much, baby." Anything could be said when affections were at its strongest.

However, no one else could even imagine Tony to act like this in bed, because everyone remembered him clearly as a person who was incredibly difficult to approach. Sometimes, he wouldn't even give others the chance to discuss anything further.

After that, it took Tony all of his self control to get a grip on himself. Myra was carrying a baby after all, so he shouldn't overdo it. Then, he pulled Myra, who was limp from tiredness, into his arms and kissed her forehead while she snuggled into his chest.

"You're not letting me speak properly," she whined. Really, Tony didn't let her catch a break at all, and she could barely lift a finger now.

On the other hand, Tony found her to be very adorable in this state, and he couldn't help but peck her lightly on the lips. She gazed at him helplessly, thinking that he sometimes acted like a clingy big boy. "Go to sleep, Myra," he instructed.

However, she didn't feel like sleeping for the moment. Hence, she mumbled in his arms shamelessly, "I can't sleep. I want you to put me to sleep."

Affectionately, he gazed at her, noting how cute she was, and he continued to kiss her cheeks. Just like a doll, he kissed her everywhere as though he wouldn't get tired of it.

Although annoyed, Myra was equally amused by him, and she suddenly felt that he was being a little adorable on this day as she snuggled deeper into his arms.

"Tell me a story," she requested, acting a little spoiled. A pregnant woman's temper was unpredictable, and her personality kept changing during her pregnancy.

Just when Tony's kiss was about to land on her again, she held up her hand and blocked it. "I can't sleep if you keep doing this." What's with him and his kisses today? she thought helplessly. My skin may start to peel if he keeps this up!

"Okay, okay. Bedtime story it is then," he replied. Then, he rubbed his nose against hers and pecked her eyelids gently.

"Tell me the story," she said, looking forward to his storytelling skills. As she wondered what sort of story he might come up with, she had a bad premonition about it at the same time.

At the thought of this, she broke into a giggle instead. People in their country would often say that pregnancy would make one dumb for the next three years. Furthermore, she was now still in the passionate stage of a relationship with Tony, so for an instant, she felt like she had no intelligence left to spare.

"Two rabbits live in the forest. The white rabbit is named 'I Love You', and the black rabbit is called 'I Don't Love You'. Unfortunately, 'I Don't Love You' died later. So what's the one left called?" he said in a serious tone.

Did he actually tell such a lame story to humor me? she thought silently. I can already guess the ending by listening to the beginning! However, without hesitation, she answered, "I Love You!" She stared at him with her big, round eyes, and he felt tempted again.

"Wrong!" he said with a lopsided smirk. "The black rabbit is dead, so there's only the white rabbit left." A triumphant smile spread across his face as the sarcasm in his expression intensified. It didn't strike Myra that he would trap her with wordplay.

Burying her head into his chest, she grumbled, "You're just playing around with words." So my bad premonition from earlier had come true.

Tony laughed out loudly. "You're so cute." Pinching her cheek, he still had the triumphant smile on his face, and he felt incredibly smug.

On the other hand, Myra decided to ignore him as she felt that he was being too crafty, and she kept quiet in his arms.

"Do you feel suffocated?" he asked in a teasing tone. The way they flirted as husband and wife was always a little childish.

"You don't have to know," she snapped. After being spoiled by Tony, she had become rather stubborn with refusing to admit her feelings, and she would only reserve her small tantrums for him.

But then, it didn't bother him, and he merely continued to laugh. Instead, he seemed to replace her really adorable this way.

There was nothing scary about a small tantrum as long as there was someone to indulge her in it. Besides, it could be fun for a couple if it didn't go overboard.

After a long while, she murmured, "You promised to tell me a story, but why did you end up telling a brain teaser instead?" From the way she complained about him, she appeared like a child who didn't get her sweets.

Pressing his forehead against hers gently, he forced her to look into his eyes, which were so passionate that she felt that her soul could drown in it.

"What story do you want to listen to, silly?" he asked.

He was so gorgeous that she blushed and her heart galloped. Even up close, she couldn't replace a single flaw in his looks. In her eyes, he was close to perfect, and it was as though he carried a holy light around him. As she stared at him, she couldn't hold back and leaned in to kiss him lightly.

How could Tony let go of the little lamb that had given herself to him? As he returned her kiss, he kissed her deeper, and she felt dizzy from it, even feeling a little out of breath.

When she was about to pass out, he finally let her go. This time, she was really tired, and she stayed in his arms quietly.

As he watched her lay quietly in his arms, he started humming softly. It was a tune without lyrics that he used to coax her to sleep. This was the first time she witnessed him displaying his musical talents, and even his humming sounded so good. After she found a sweet spot in his arms, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

He only stopped when she had fallen asleep deeply, and he watched her sleep as though he couldn't look at her enough. Also, he loved the smell of her, which set him at ease.

"You'll be my wife soon, Myra," he whispered gently. For a long time, he had wanted to marry her, and he wanted to do it properly and formally.

When Myra was sleeping, she looked especially cute, just like a child without a care in the world, and he couldn't keep his eyes away from her. Previously, she would have nightmares sometimes in her sleep and would knit her brows tightly, but she was so peaceful now. At the thought that all the issues had been resolved, Tony felt incredibly relaxed. We have to go for a honeymoon after the wedding, he thought. We have to travel the world!

Sometimes, the world wasn't so wonderful, but as there was someone he loved in this world, just a smile from her was enough to make up for all the unhappiness in this world.

Just like that, he gradually fell asleep as well. The next morning, it was Myra who woke up before he did, which was rather rare. Cautiously, she watched his sleeping face in appreciation as she was afraid of waking him up; she rarely had the chance to watch him sleep anyway. Tracing a finger down his cheek, she smiled in satisfaction and kissed his face secretly. Then, mimicking what he always did, she leaned in close to his head and sniffed, wondering what smelled so good about hair.

All this brought her tremendous joy. It seemed like he was in deep sleep this time, and she couldn't stop herself from poking his face with her forefinger. Much to her delight, he didn't wake up, and her smile brightened as she wrinkled her nose at him.

"It's time to wake up, Tony!" she muttered under her breath. Entertained by herself, she gazed at his chest, and an innocent smile spread across her face.

When there was no reaction from him, she was even more delighted, getting a kick out of not getting caught red-handed for doing something naughty. Feeling more confident this time, she rubbed her nose against his, and when she saw that he was still asleep, she moved her hands to his firm chest, which was just the way she liked it-lean and muscular. She liked men with some muscles, but not so obvious that it would appear that he has a bigger chest than herself. It was not a trait everyone liked.

Then, like a child who had gotten away with her pranks, she moved her hands further downward, where she could feel his abs next. He had eight-pack abs, and she really liked that on a man. Tony's figure was so good that it was irresistible to women, and it made men jealous.

This was all due to his commitment in workout. As a person who emphasized on working out, it was important to him to keep his body healthy so that he could protect those that mattered to him.

Going further down a little more would be his V-line abs, and she could imagine how water would flow over it. The more she thought about it, the more her heart raced, and she kept feeling as though she was up to no good.

After that, she didn't dare to venture any further downward, for her face had turned bright red at this point. How could I do something like this first thing in the morning? she asked herself, wondering if she had been possessed by some sort of perverted entity, but her hands still remained on his abdominal muscles.

"You can move your hands lower, Myra," Tony said. Then, he moved his body upward swiftly, and her hand slid downward unwittingly.

Suddenly, she felt something with her hand, and she quickly retracted it. Glaring at Tony, who was pretending to be asleep, she saw that he was grinning mischievously. Again, she was being pranked by him for

no reason.