Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)
Chapter 66

Myra turned around.

The car's rear lights gradually diminished as the car travelled further on the winding path down the hill, taking away the last bit of warmth along with it. Finally, it disappeared around the corner of the hilly road. For some reason, Myra felt a sudden flush of panic, as if something was going to slip through her fingers.

Holding her chest, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

She shut her eyes. I am married. Even if Sean doesn't love me, I shouldn't stoop so low as to cheat on him and embarrass him. Also, Tony is too unfathomable and mesmerizing; he isn't a man I can easily mess with. I must stand my ground and stay away!

She stopped staring at the path stretched out in front of her and averted her gaze before turning around with a complex expression on her face. Then, she walked toward the Chase Residence slowly. After she had barely taken a few steps, she started to pant heavily, causing a wry smile to involuntarily appear on her face. All I did was to attend a banquet, yet I lost my husband and nearly cheated on him. As Myra was walking, she suddenly started running wildly but stumbled and fell onto the stone path in front.

A sharp pain radiated up her knee, yet she acted as if she felt nothing and climbed back onto her feet before dashing through the door. She then locked the door and slowly slumped to the floor, her back leaning against the carved timber door.

At that moment, she suddenly raised her head, only to replace a man lying on his side on the sofa in the living room. Dim yellow light from the only lit wall-mounted light source in the living room illuminated Sean's face. His sound asleep figure seemed blurry, looking as if he wasn't really there.

Myra held her breath, unclear of whether this was a dream or reality. Sean is... back? Why didn't he go to Lyla?

Gripping the fabric at her chest tightly, she couldn't help but to slowly rise on her feet and walk toward the man step by step.

It was indeed Sean.

When she was near him, she could smell the strong scent of tobacco and alcohol coming from him. I wonder how much he drank to make himself so drunk.

She extended her hand in a careful manner and patted the man, who was lounging on the couch. "Sean, go upstairs and sleep. You'll get a cold if you sleep here." Myra's voice was dry and hoarse.

Truth was, she did not know why she still cared about the man. Suddenly, a wild thought flashed across her mind. Sean is here. Does this mean that he chose not to be with Lyla? Has he fallen out of love with her and does not want to be with her anymore?

The next moment, the drunk man's mumble threw her into hell.

"Why did you come back... Why?" He rolled over to the other side with agony clearly visible on his face as he growled, "Didn't you tell me that you were with me for my money? Didn't you say that the other man was better than me? Why did you return, then? Why did you say all those words that made me misunderstand?"

His last few sentences were blurted like he was an abandoned puppy. He growled for a long time before rolling over to the other side.

All of these instantly made Myra's face blanch.

Of course, she knew the person he was referring to.

Years ago, Lyla ditched him and left with another man, and this incident had left a scar in his heart. He claimed that he hated Lyla, so why would he still feel upset for that woman?

I should have known about this-if he really doesn't love that woman, he wouldn't have blamed me for the death of her child. It was merely his excuse to make himself feel better. He is afraid to develop feelings for me, so he claims that he hates me.

Myra shut her eyes and touched her face, only to realize that it was dry.

She rose to her full height and stared at the man in agony. "You make me realize that no matter how hard I try, you will never cast even one glance at me. If that is the case, I will let you go, Sean Chase." After saying that, she turned around impassively and headed upstairs.

After the banquet had ended, a waitress furtively headed upstairs toward Tony's private room in the hotel.

She opened the door and the scene inside made her expression fall. Just as she was about to leave, she was stopped by the man inside. "Why are you leaving, beauty? I don't remember giving you my permission to come in, yet here you are. Is this the attitude of the staff at this hotel?"

Elliot narrowed his eyes playfully as he stared at the woman outside with a stern expression.

As Tony had asked him to investigate who was the person that drugged Myra, they had been checking the security recordings all night. In the end, Lucas cryptically stated, "Stay in Tony's room tonight and the person will eventually appear."

Elliot did not understand what he meant-in fact, he did not understand it now as well.

When the waitress noticed that she couldn't escape, she obediently turned to face him. "I-I am here to look for Director Hart."

"So, you don't have to knock to see him?"

The waitress had a guilty expression as she mumbled, "That's not... I am here to convey a lady's message to Director Hart, but I did not expect him to not be here. Sorry to disturb you; I'll make a move first." "Stop right there!" Elliot went up to her with narrowed eyes, feeling that the woman before him seemed a little familiar. I must have seen her before, he thought as he rubbed his chin. "What is the message you are going to convey to Tony? Who is it from? I'll convey it on your behalf."

Sweat appeared on both sides of her temple as she mumbled, "Uh... It's from a lady that you may not know of."

"All the more reason why you should tell me." Elliot seemed to understand something as he raised his eyebrows. "What if their work gets delayed because of this? That wouldn't be nice, right?"

The waitress gave it some thought and felt that what Elliot said made sense. Besides, the lady's motive... She then tentatively asked, "Will you really convey the message to Director Hart?" "Of course! Otherwise, do you think that I am able to enter his room?" Elliot scoffed.

The waiter took a deep breath and said, "Alright, then-Miss Lyla Fisher is looking for Director Hart. She said that she had something to discuss with him and invited him to go to Room 1024." A gleam flashed across his eyes.

I see. The drug was intended to be used on Tony, but Myra accidentally drank the champagne that contained the drug. No wonder I thought that the waitress looked familiar-she's the waitress whom Myra took the champagne from!

After understanding the whole incident, the enlightened Elliot waved at the waitress. "You may leave now. Don't worry; I'll definitely convey the message to him on your behalf.”

Upon hearing that, a delightful gleam flashed across the waitress' eyes as she quickly agreed and left the room. The moment she left the VIP room, she sent a message to Lyla. 'Miss Fisher, everything went well on my end; all you have to do is wait for Director Hart to go to Room 1024. Do hurry up and make all the necessary preparations! I hope that your wish will come true tonight!' Of course, after her plan succeeds, she must make sure to give me what she promised!

Meanwhile, Tony received Elliot's call when he was on his way back. Elliot then related the whole incident where Myra had accidentally consumed the glass of champagne that contained the drugs. "Tony, it seems that you're quite charming! In my view, Miss Fisher is way better than that woman named Myra-at least the former is a pure lady who is not married. Do you want to go and check her out?" Elliot muttered, hoping to stir up more trouble.

When the cold Tony heard his words, he narrowed his eyes slightly. If I am not mistaken, Lyla left the hotel together with Sean today.

Upon recalling how Myra declared that she loved her husband, Tony's expression became darker and he sneered, "You are asking me to go and check her out? I am afraid that the woman is now in another man's bed."