“Tony Hart, you’re… you’re shameless!” Myra seethed as soon as he let go of her lips.
People were still passing by outside the apartment. The both of them had already garnered some attention, but their blatant act in the car compelled even more people to steal glances at them.
“Don’t you know that better than anyone else?” Tony pursed his lips and stared straight at the woman in front of him. His gaze was deep and dark—like a deep body of still water. The bottom could not be seen but they still captivated people. When she was about to make him turn away, he suddenly pushed her waist up against his.
The close contact made her body stiffen in an instant.
She did not think that he would pull a rebellious stunt in that situation.
Her face turned incredibly red. She wanted to escape from him, but she only started to speak incoherently from the anger. “Tony, you… you rascal! Let me out!”
“You’re right, Myra. I am a rascal; a rascal for you.” He narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly.
She shivered all over. The pose that she was in with both her hands pinned above her head made her feel deeply embarrassed. Seeing the constant looks being thrown their way, she knew that if he did not let her go now, they would probably be the headline news under the entertainment section tomorrow. Her face would also be exposed without being blurred out.
After pondering for a moment, she calmed herself back down and said softly, “Tony, I don’t feel comfortable being held up like this. Can you let me go first?”
Her voice was as gentle as the night breeze and felt rather comforting.
The hardened expression on his face slowly began to relax, but he still kept his eyes narrowed at her. Suddenly, he bit down on her lips until she cried out in pain, then his anger subsided and he let go of her hands.
Once her hands were freed, she quickly straightened her clothes and started to get out of the car, but he simply put the seat belt over her and shut the door.
By the time she unfastened her seat belt and was going to open the door again, he had already returned to the driver’s seat, closed his door, and locked the car.
“You!” She glared at the expressionless man with her big eyes and cursed at him in her mind repeatedly. “Let me out, Mr. Hart!”
“Am I back to being Mr. Hart again?” He did not unlock the doors but started the engine instead.
“Where are you taking me?” She bit her lip.
He did not make a sound, but his gaze, as he looked ahead, was cold and overbearing. The lines on his cheeks were also hardened.
She was mad; mad that he did not believe her and that he did not consider her feelings. On the other hand, was he afraid that she still had lingering feelings for Sean? Was his fear that she would leave him for Sean the reason for his harsh behavior?
Biting her lip, she noticed that the car was about to leave but the forlorn plastic bag was still sitting on the side of the road. Hence, she blurted, “The things I bought are still outside.”
Tony turned and brushed his eyes over her. He backed the car up and stopped when they passed by the plastic bag. Opening the car door, he picked up the bag of things and looked inside. As soon as he saw what she had bought, his eyes narrowed again and he snapped his head up at her.
Myra knew that she was being weak now. Of all things, why did I have to buy that whole pile of things for him?
She turned away and pretended she did not see the look in his eyes, but she heard him utter one simple sentence. “You forgot to buy me underwear.”
His tone was calm as though he was telling her she forgot to get the groceries for dinner that night.
The redness in her face reached her neck. Grinding her teeth, she snapped, “Get it yourself!”
He caught sight of the scowl on her face from the corner of his eye, and somehow, it made him feel better.
After that, he deliberately drove them to a Calvin Klein exclusive store.
Initially, she did not want to get out of the car. However, he was staring at her blatantly as if to say that if she did not get down, he was going to deal with her inside the car.
Biting her lip, she gave in to his oppressive behavior.
When they walked into the store, a young female shopkeeper greeted them with a sweet voice, “Sir. Miss. What are you looking for?”
Myra only felt like burying her head in the ground.
Tony looked at her with an honest gaze, but she knew exactly what he was implying. She cursed at him for being a hypocrite in her mind. Looking at the shopkeeper, she asked awkwardly, “Where are the men’s boxer briefs?”
Even though she had worded her question carefully, it still seemed too coarse and dubious for a man and a woman to walk into a store to buy men’s underwear. It would only make people stare at them more.
The shopkeeper’s eyes changed immediately as she brought them to the section for men’s underwear. “It’s all here.”
Myra wanted to get the underwear quickly, pay for it, and leave. If she stayed another second longer, she felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest.
After she picked up two pairs of underwear randomly, she was about to hand them over to the shopkeeper to pack when Tony said, “Get a different size.” Myra’s hands paused. His unhappy expression had made it into her awareness. “This size is too small.”
Her hands quivered as she clenched her teeth in annoyance. Suddenly, she tossed the two black pairs of underwear aside and grabbed two pink ones instead. She turned back around to the shopkeeper with a different expression and said, “These two. Pack them up for me, please.”
Clearly, she had not brought that much money out with her. Without putting much thought into it, she turned around and pulled out the wallet she saw Tony put in his suit pocket earlier.
Opening the black wallet, she took out a gold card and handed it over to the shopkeeper.
When it was time to put in the passcode, she turned to look at the man who was waiting not too far away. All of a sudden, she thought of putting in her own date of birth.
A beeping sound was heard, then the credit card reader spat out a receipt.
She felt her heart leap in her chest. Under the shopkeeper’s envious gaze, she quickly signed the receipt and walked toward Tony with the bag in her hand.
She was clearly aware of what people were envious of. A woman who could pull out a man’s wallet whenever she wanted to and who knew the passcode for any card she used was very lucky in their eyes. Even though she might have been misunderstood, she did not mind it all that much.
“Here.” She handed over the black wallet to the man who was waiting with a hand in his pocket. The anger she felt had mostly subsided now.
Tony took his time to put his wallet away. Looking back up at her, he suddenly grabbed her hand and asked, “Are you not mad anymore?”
She was taken aback. The coldness in his eyes was also gone at this point. Pursing her lips, she looked away and retorted, “Who said so?”
The corner of his mouth curled up into a slight smile. With one hand, he pulled her in by the waist and started to head out, not forgetting to cast a glance at the pink underwear inside the bag.
“Myra, I didn’t know you had such a tacky taste. I finally know why Estelle sent you that box of things now.”
His deep-sounding laughter rang in her ears.
Dumbfounded, she glanced at the pink underwear inside the bag and had a feeling she just dug her own grave.
“I won’t mind if you change into something from there tonight.” His serious voice loomed over her head.
