Upon hearing the door open behind him, Sebastian turned with a grim expression on his face. His eyes widened when he saw Myra; as realization dawned upon him, he stormed toward them. He shot an icy glare at her as he snapped, “So, is this why you have not been bothered to keep food in your apartment? You’ve been staying with my grandson all along! Did you rush home last night after you learned that I was dropping by your place?”
Meanwhile, Myra stared at the old man in shock. She did not think that he would show up in Tony’s apartment.
Feeling as though she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she flushed with embarrassment. “Tony, maybe you should let me down,” she said in a feeble voice while tugging on Tony’s shirt. As she did so, Sebastian caught sight of the red marks on her wrists.
When he saw that and her swollen eyes, his eyes widened even more. He glowered at Tony while he thundered, “Did you abuse her? You have quite the nerve, Tony! Who taught you to behave in a barbaric manner?”
“Who are you calling barbaric?” Tony was already annoyed by the fact that the old man had turned up at his apartment without any warning. Upon hearing the latter’s accusation, he could not help but grimace coldly. “Hand over the keys and get out of my apartment.”
“How dare you speak to your grandfather this way!” Sebastian was on the verge of exploding. “All the money you took from me to throw it away on Hilliville—that’s a ghost town, idiot! Now, you’re throwing me out of your apartment! Myra, tell my grandson that he’s being an unreasonable ingrate!”
There was a flash in Tony’s eyes when Sebastian brought up Hilliville.
Myra, on the other hand, was surprised to hear Sebastian addressing her. As she was cradled in Tony’s arms, she suddenly felt self-conscious and softly said, “I think you should let me down.”
However, Tony only tightened his grip and it did not seem like he was going to put her down anytime soon.
Myra looked as though she had been bashed. Sebastian surveyed the marks on her face that were sustained when she was slapped at the construction site and the abrasions on her wrists. Unable to hide his rage, he glared at Tony with scorn in his eyes. “How dare you call yourself a man when you can’t even protect your own lover!”
“My masculinity is none of your business,” Tony countered icily. The frustration and anger in him was reaching breaking point and those who crossed him now would not be spared from his wrath.
Sebastian felt as though he had been stabbed and for a moment, his breath caught in his chest.
When he saw Myra earlier, he thought that he would be able to taste another bowl of the soup she made, but what ensued was chaos and confusion instead.
Sebastian softened when he saw Myra’s teary eyes. She looked like she would break down in Tony’s arms if both men continued to quarrel. With a sigh, Sebastian waved his hand dismissively and he started toward the threshold. “Right, I’ll get out of your hair and show myself out.”
“Stop!” Tony barked in a withering tone. “Hand over the keys.”
“Hmph!” Sebastian was outraged, but he reluctantly fished the key that he took from Elliot out of his pocket and threw it in Tony’s direction.
As his eyes fell upon her slender frame and the wounds on her skin, he could not help but urge, “Be gentle with her, Tony. She’s still recovering from her injuries.”
With that, the old man left.
However, the moment he left, his face grew somber and he immediately called Elliot. “You better tell me everything that you know about Myra.”
When Myra heard the sound of the door closing, she let out a breath she did not know she was holding. She paused before she turned to face Tony and whispered, “Old Master Hart dropped by my place last night.”
Tony was now looking far more at ease. He gazed at her with a raised brow as he replied, “I know.” How could I not know when the old man had smugly sent me a picture of the spaghetti bolognese he had at Myra’s apartment?
Myra frowned when she saw his expression change. He looked like he discovered a secret that only she and Sebastian knew. She continued to explain, “I thought he swung by because he was in the area.”
“That would be too much of a coincidence, don’t you think?” There was a glint of amusement in his eyes.
After she explained herself, she felt as though she had spoken without much thought and cringed. She had not known that her lips were torn until she bit on the wound and the piercing pain that followed caused her to hiss.
At that moment, her lips were enveloped by a sudden warmth.
Tony had lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers. His kiss was tentative and careful; as the tip of his tongue gently swept over the wound on her lips, the pain seemed to subside into numbness.
It felt like there was an electric current that came with his kiss, but when Myra finally succumbed to the temptation and was about to return his kiss, he withdrew from her. She wanted to cry out in protest.
“Here, let me take a look at those wounds.”
As his lips parted from hers, Tony gazed down at her. He smiled when he saw the slightly feverish gleam in her eyes and the pink flush across her cheeks. Then, he gently laid her down on the bed before he retrieved the first aid kid that Philip had prepared for him.
Tony reached out and carefully took Myra’s wrists; he was surprised when he saw how bad the abrasion wounds were. She definitely fought back with all her might when she had first been thrown into the holding cell.
His eyes darkened as he stared at the raw, red marks that circled her wrist. His long lashes cast shadows across his cheekbones and he looked so gentle in that moment that she could not help but gaze at him in wonder. Without a conscious thought, she reached out and brushed her fingertips over the skin above his eyes.
He brought his gaze to hers; his obsidian orbs were like an endless, bottomless sea that called out to her and she wanted nothing more than to drown in them.
It was as if there was a magnetic force that pulled her toward him. Before she could suppress the sudden sense of urgency that gripped her, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him while her lips pressed against his cool, dry ones.
“Tony…” she trailed off in what sounded like a desperate whisper; her mind was only focused on how soft his lips felt against hers. She never thought that his lips felt so soft.
“Tony,” Myra uttered his name in a low voice. Why should she refuse him when he had been genuinely kind and loving to her? He’s probably the only person in the world who loves me more than I love myself, she thought.
Tony was initially taken aback by her gestures.
After the bottle of antiseptic clattered back into the first aid kit, he wrapped his arms around her. Within seconds, he had pinned her down on the bed.
His lips found hers almost instantly and she felt a pressing urgency in his tender kiss.
After what seemed like a long moment, Myra wanted to turn and gasp for air, but he refused to part from her. She blushed all the way to her neck, giddy with emotion and desire.
“Be a good girl and let me take a look,” Tony whispered against her ear and she quivered beneath him. He raised a brow as a devilish smile played on his lips. Then, he brought his lips close to her ear once more and whispered. “I want to look into your eyes…”
