Throwing down another cigarette butt, Sean suddenly thought back to when Myra had just gotten married to him.
At that time, she wasn’t as desolate as she was later on. Every day, she would face him with the positivity of a newlywed wife. When he got up in the morning, she would personally make breakfast for him; when he came back in the evening, she would hurry to greet him and help him get his coat. She would remember his birthday, and she would remember that he had a history of stomach issues. She would remember that he liked eating bland food, remember all the things he liked and disliked, and remember all the little things about him, even if he never slept with her or never ate a single meal she cooked.
Now that he thought about it, in order to see Myra in despair, he didn’t know how many things he had done to agonize her.
And at that time, did he really make Myra miserable because she had gotten in the way of him and Lyla’s child?
Could it be that he had deliberately acted that way because he still wanted to be with Lyla?
He was just making excuses for himself.
Suddenly overcome with a headache, Sean felt so uncomfortable that he bent down and coughed terribly.
He was coughing so severely that he threw the cigarette he had just lit out the window. The memories that he once dismissed suddenly floated into his mind. He remembered that once, he picked up a woman in a bar and deliberately had a one-night stand with her. Afterward, he had asked Liam to call Myra over to pick him up.
When she arrived, the woman was still in his arms, and they were lying on the bed together.
The only thing he remembered was that Myra had been extremely quiet after she came. She didn’t go crazy as he thought she would. She just stayed in a daze in the living room for one night.
He had indeed drunk too much that night, so he instantly fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, the woman in his arms was gone, and Myra’s eyes were bloodshot as she looked at him. “Sean, the company is having a special meeting today. Eve said to tell you to be on time.”
Then, she left without another word.
His mother had given him a gruesome scolding afterward, but Myra never once mentioned the incident to him.
She was a little colder and thinner after that, but she was insistent on keeping their marriage strong.
Sean stared at himself in the rearview mirror.
Back then, if I had treated her well even once, would she… not have left so decisively?
All of a sudden, he wondered why he was staying here. Then, in a daze, he wondered if he now felt regretful for forcing Myra away. Perhaps, he was truly starting to regret it.
Myra was so tired that she fell asleep, and she had a dream that ideally, she didn’t want to have.
In the dream, she had gone back to a night six years ago when she had just known Sean for a while.
Estelle had dragged her to a bar outside the school, which was rather noisy and chaotic, but Estelle must’ve had some connections to the owner of the bar. Upon entering, they were protected by two bodyguards—as if they were afraid that something would happen to the two girls.
Later, nothing happened to the two of them, but someone else encountered a situation instead.
Somehow, a street thug had taken an interest in Lyla. The street thug started arguing with Sean, and they quickly got into a fight.
A gangster took advantage of the chaos and was about to smash a beer bottle onto Lyla’s body. Sean noticed and ran over immediately to take the blow for her.
However, both of them were safe because Myra had sprung away from Estelle and went to push Sean and Lyla away.
She suffered a blow to the back of her neck. The thug was annoyed that someone had gotten in his way, so he immediately thrust the broken bottle into the back of Myra’s shoulder.
Even though it was a dream, Myra could recall the searing pain in her shoulder at that time.
Before her vision went dark, she seemed to glimpse a man running toward her, but before she could see who it was, she blacked out.
It was a strange dream. Myra knew that it happened before, but she couldn’t change the direction of her dreams.
She felt like a bystander as she watched the incident happen again.
When she saw herself running over to push them out of the way, she even exclaimed, “Don’t go!”
But, it was obviously in vain.
Then, the scene changed abruptly. Tony stood in front of her in a suit and leather shoes, then asked with a twisted expression, “Do you still have feelings for that scoundrel? Why would you dream about him?”
Myra was suddenly at a loss.
Exactly. Why did I dream about Sean? She obviously knew that she had no feelings for him anymore, so why was he still able to enter her dreams?
Nevertheless, Myra was clear about one thing. She quickly assured Tony, “I don’t like Sean anymore. Tony, you have to believe me.”
Things were happening in the dream and outside as well.
Outside the dream, Myra was shaking her head and murmuring, “I already… Sean… I…”
When Myra got up the next morning, Tony was no longer by her side.
On the bedside were the clothes she had changed out of yesterday, and they were clean and tidy.
Myra got up in a haze. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was, but soon, her mind snapped back to reality.
She glanced around and found that the bed next to her was already cold, but she didn’t know when the man had woken up.
She dressed quickly, and after a simple wash, she went downstairs.
Downstairs, almost everyone was sitting in the dining room, except for Tony.
Upon seeing her, everyone had strange looks on their faces. Henry, on the other hand, saw her and hurried over before taking her hand and pulling her to the dining room. “Myra, you’re up early. Hurry up and have breakfast. When the driver sends me to school, he can send you to the office too.”
Seeing how energetic he was so early in the morning, Myra forced a smile onto her face. “You’re so nice, Henry. But… where’s your uncle?”
“My uncle…” Henry rubbed his forehead. “I don’t know. It seems that something has come up in the office. He looked upset, and he didn’t even eat breakfast today. He just left.”
Myra frowned a little, but it was barely visible.
“Miss Stark, hurry up and have breakfast. The food’s almost cold,” Serena called out from not far away.
Myra nodded and took Henry’s hand before walking toward the dining table.
When she arrived, she respectfully greeted Sebastian and Lisa before sitting down next to Serena.
After a while, Serena gently touched Myra’s shoulder and asked quietly, “Did you quarrel with Tony last night?”
Myra was taken aback. “No.”
Last night, it seemed like the two of us had reconciled… right?
Serena’s eyebrows knitted together. “That’s strange…”
“What happened?” Myra reckoned that even if Tony was in a hurry, he would have sent her a text message to inform her before leaving. An uneasy feeling tugged on her.
Serena shook her head. “It’s nothing. You should call him later. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”
Myra’s heart quivered as she responded with an ‘okay’.
Before Myra left after breakfast, Lisa stopped her for the first time and handed her a red velvet box. “Take this.”
The old lady’s words were brief but to the point.
