Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)
Chapter 61

He would always be attracted to that woman. Myra felt as if she was shrouded in freezing coldness at that instant and all her strength left her body. Sean was so close to her, yet he felt so far. Looking at the current scene made her realize how dumb she had been in the past. She thought that she would be able to capture the man's heart if she worked harder, but never had she thought that the man would shut himself away from everyone after the woman had left. He said that he hated that woman but without love, why would there be hatred?

Myra staggered and nearly fell, but a pair of hands suddenly reached out from the side and supported her. "Miss Stark, please be careful."

The voice, which she found a little familiar, made her turn in its direction in a daze, only to see a man whom she did not know. To maintain her composure, she had to clench her fists so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palm. With his support, she was able to stand properly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Philip peered at the torn garment at her left arm with a frown. It was obvious that she had a scratch there since her clothes were torn and there was blood on her skin. Just as he was about to ask her to follow him and get her wound treated, Myra walked past him impassively.

"Who are you looking at?" Elliot, who finally found Philip after some effort, patted the latter's shoulder. Following his gaze, Elliot saw Myra, which in turn made his eyes widen. Then, he lifted his feet in an attempt to run toward her but Philip suddenly grabbed the back of his collar, so Elliot turned and glared at him. "What are you doing? Let go of me! I have to go and settle scores with her! How dare she seduce Tony when she is a married woman herself? That's... That's just outrageous!" His reaction made Philip furrow his brows even deeper.

It was Philip who first met Myra, and it was also him who shared her photo to the Messenger chat group which consisted of his childhood friends. Everyone thought that she looked familiar but they could not recall who she was. After that, they did some investigations and what they found shocked them greatly-the woman whom Tony liked turned out to be the young lady of the Stark Family, the very same woman who was married to the Director of Chase Group, Sean Chase!

Elliot was obviously pissed. He initially had a good impression of her, as he thought that a woman who was able to make Tony fall for her would definitely not be a simple person. However, when he found out later that she was actually married yet she went to seduce Tony, his impression of her immediately took a nosedive.

"Don't take any rash actions. I don't think that Miss Stark is that kind of a woman." Philip stopped him.

Elliot pressed his lips together. "But she is the person-in-charge of the Sunny Bay Project. Who knows if she approached Tony for the project? Anyway, we have to warn this sort of woman to stay away from Tony as soon as possible!"

Philip shook his head helplessly. "Do you think that Tony is stupid? He himself should be clear about this. Besides..."

"Besides what?"

Philip glanced at the dazzling woman who had left the stage and narrowed his eyes, without telling Elliot what he had on his mind. Besides, I have a feeling that it is not Miss Stark who is trying to seduce Tony, but it is Tony... who is trying his best to win over Miss Stark's heart...

The desolate Myra walked past a waiter and took a glass of champagne from his tray without even glancing at him. She then downed the champagne before putting the glass back. The waiter's expression changed slightly and just as he was about to say something, Myra walked past him.

She initially wanted to leave but for some reason, her head felt heavier and her body became hotter, as if it no longer belonged to her. Without any hesitation, she headed over to a quiet corner of the hall. Nestled in the couch, the soft sensation made her feel listless and her consciousness gradually left her body.

In a daze, she seemed to hear a buzzing by her ear. It was a little noisy so she waved her hand at the source of the noise. She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, stopping her from opening them. After a while, she gave up on this futile action but her body seemed to feel a little hot. Just as she was about to take off her clothes, she fell into a slightly cooling embrace the next moment.

Philip and Elliot, who was located not far from them, saw Tony taking care of the woman and complicated expressions spread across their faces. Elliot even walked over with the intention of saying something, but he was tentatively stopped by Philip.

"Tony..."

"If the old man asks about me, tell him that I am going out to get some air," Tony replied with a dark expression.

Currently, Myra's face was flushed and she did not look too good. Carrying her in his arms, Tony could feel her hot temperature, which suggested that she might have a fever. He looked at Philip as he murmured, "Follow me upstairs."

Philip nodded.

Seeing that Tony did not call upon him, Elliot pursed his lips in displeasure and glared at the woman in Tony's arms. She's nothing but trouble!

Though it was as bright as day at the banquet, it was still quite dim in the corners. There were some people who would sometimes glance at them suggestively, but when their eyes met Tony's freezing gaze, they would stiffen and immediately leave the place.

When Myra was being carried in Tony's arms, she suddenly let out a quiet moan and her face paled-he had probably touched somewhere and hurt her.

Philip frowned. "Tony, I think that Miss Stark has an injury on her elbow."

Tony lifted her left arm. Sure enough, a scratch was visible on her left elbow; not only that, it was also severely swollen.

"She dislocated her elbow." Philip touched Myra's elbow and stated in a stern expression, which caused Tony's expression to fall. He did not expect that something like this would happen to her after she left his sight for only a moment.

"Get some medicine," he ordered Elliot with his lips pursed. Without any further delay, Tony carried Myra to the second floor.

"Hey, I—" Upon seeing Tony's hasty retreating figure, Elliot, who intended to say something, shut his mouth resignedly and went to look for the manager.

Although it was daytime, it was quite dark in the spacious presidential suite. Lying on the king-sized bed was a woman in a dark blue evening gown. Her face was extremely pale as her head was unconsciously tilted to the side.

There were three tall men standing by the bed. One of them was applying medicine on Myra's injury, the other one was glaring at the woman on the bed with his lips pursed, while the third one was standing by the bed in his immaculate suit; his features were hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

"Tony, her elbow has been treated." Philip heaved a sigh of relief when he kept away the medicine. It was fortunate that the injury was discovered early. Otherwise, a delay in treatment would be detrimental to it's recovery.

Just now, when Philip was treating Myra's dislocated elbow, he noticed the murderous intent in Tony's eyes upon seeing her agonized expression. It further ascertained his guess that Tony's feeling for Myra was not something that was developed recently.

"Alright." Tony nodded. His expression was still cold but when his eyes rested on the woman before them, there seemed to be traces of warmth in his gaze. He took a step forward and suddenly held the hand of the woman on the bed.

Seeing that, Philip and Elliot exchanged glances with each other.

Myra could vaguely feel the sharp pain at her elbow and she wanted to open her eyes, but she lacked the strength to do so. "It hurts..." Her voice was hoarse as she moaned softly, her body squirming. "It really hurts..."

Philip immediately stepped forward and extended his hand, placing it on her forehead. He initially thought that she lost consciousness because she had a fever and had some alcohol, but unexpectedly... At that moment, Myra seemed to feel someone holding her uninjured hand, so she held his hand back.