Kris was exasperated as she went to get her shoe back. When she walked back out again, Tony’s car was already gone.
She stomped her foot in anger but could only return to her car for the time being.
Tony gave Elliot a call upon leaving the Zion Club. Once the call was answered, his brows pulled together as he asked, “Can you look into Kris’ mother, Rachel Parker’s, pregnancy?”
Since Elliot had him on speaker, the other two people there also heard him. Philip chuckled, “I was wondering why you were dealing with that woman at the door. It looks like you were trying to get information.”
Tony had a blank expression. He did not want to play along with Kris initially, but since she walked up to him herself, he thought of taking the chance to ask some questions. As expected, there were some problems.
“From what I heard, Cameron’s current wife is pregnant with a boy. According to Cameron’s priorities and shrewdness, even if we don’t consider the gender of the baby, this pregnancy shouldn’t be fake,” Lucas interrupted from the side.
Tony also had the same thought in mind. Narrowing his eyes, a thought occurred to him and he went on, “Look into her recent diet and lifestyle. There must be some clues.”
By the time Myra looked up from her paperwork, it was already ten at night.
As she stretched her back, she felt a terrible ache around her waist area. Standing up, she walked toward the French windows and looked down at the busy streets below.
Bradfort City was incredibly beautiful at night. Brightened up with lights, the entire city looked much warmer compared to the rigidity and desolation during the day.
Her phone seemed to have vibrated earlier, but she was too absorbed at the time to look at it.
Grabbing her phone, she took a look at the message while drinking a cup of milk. It was from Tony who wanted to know if she was done with work yet.
He did not call her because he was worried that he would interrupt her, so he simply sent a text.
She felt her heart warm up and called him right back.
“Hello?”
When he heard her voice, he murmured, “Are you finally done with work now?”
“Yes.” She nodded. After she finished off the last bit of warm milk, she returned to her chair and started to pack up her things. “Are you… here to pick me up?”
“What do you think?” It was a short question that was filled with tenderness.
At that moment, she felt the exhaustion in her body melt away. Smiling, she quickly packed her things up and headed toward the elevator.
Inside the elevator, she even tidied herself up subconsciously.
When she walked out of Stark Tower, she saw him standing not too far away below.
She thought, He must be God’s favorite. Even though he was not doing anything and only leaning against the car with a subtle expression, he was able to make it look relaxed and elegant. He was wearing a white shirt with two buttons open at the top. The sleeve on his left arm was pulled up and he had a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. Amid the white cloud of smoke, his eyes looked even more deep and dark.
He seemed to have noticed her gaze. Lifting his head, he looked right at her and smiled when their eyes met. Shortly after, he put out the cigarette in his hand.
For some reason, her face started to turn red under his gaze. She walked up to him and asked bashfully, “Why didn’t you call me when you got here? You must have waited a long time.”
The text was sent half an hour ago. There were also three to four cigarette buds scattered on the ground.
“It hasn’t been that long.” He smiled and opened the passenger side door for her.
She was going to go in when he suddenly embraced her and placed a kiss on her forehead before letting her go. “Go on in.”
Stunned, she looked up at his deep and boundless black eyes. They seemed to have magic that could make her feel like she was trapped whenever she looked into them.
A low chuckle came from beside her. Feeling the tip of her ears heat up, she quickly went inside the car.
Shortly after, the car started and brought them away from the place.
As soon as she sat inside the car, she noticed several beautiful rose stalks beneath the windshield of the car. She grabbed one out of surprise and smiled as she looked at it. “These roses bloomed quite late.”
“Do you like them?” He glanced over at her briefly from the driver’s seat. The side of his face was indifferent, but it also had a hint of deliberate tenderness.
“I like them.” She retrieved the other two flower stalks. Her smiling eyes were in the shape of a crescent moon. “Are they for me?”
“Yes.” Seeing the happiness on her face, Tony felt his heart soften and took her left hand in his unoccupied right hand.
The ring on her left hand naturally entered his field of vision. With her hand in his, he gave her palm a short squeeze.
Myra was filled with bliss and contentment. Despite being careful while holding the roses, she still got pricked lightly by the thorns.
Moreover, the thorns on those roses were sharp and hard and she guessed that it hadn’t been a long time since the roses were picked. After glancing at Tony, she suddenly flipped his hand over and took a closer look at it.
He seemed to have known her intention. Without making a sound, he wanted to pull his hand away, but she did not let him. Seeing the obvious marks from the roses on his beautiful finger pads, she had a painful look in her eyes. “You could’ve been more careful.”
Her voice was filled with concern. He decided not to pull his hand back now and said, “It’s just a small wound.”
Just then, she noticed a cut on the index finger of his right hand. He accidentally got cut by the thorns when his hand clasped around the flowers suddenly upon hearing Kris say that the Stark Group would be hers.
Myra shot him a glance. “Does it have to be bleeding for it to be considered a major wound? Does it still hurt?”
In her innocent expression, she also showed hints of pain and panic. He felt a flutter inside then stepped on the brake abruptly.
How could such a small scratch like this hurt until now?
Unfastening his seatbelt, he leaned in front of her and pecked her softly on the lips.
The struggle she put up at first slowly turned into having her arms wrapped around his neck.
When he tasted the scent of milk in her mouth, his eyes became even darker. Moving away from her lips, he leaned into her ear and murmured, “Have my child, Myra.”
His breath tickled her ear and made her body tremble slightly.
She froze as soon as she heard his words. Burying her head in his chest, she whispered, “Okay.” Having his child doesn’t sound too bad.
The thought of having a little bundle of joy being closely cared for by two people filled her heart with happiness.
When he heard her answer, he smiled and tightened his arms around her.
