None of them mentioned anything about Bradfort City. In fact, there were a few occasions where Myra almost did, but she quickly swallowed her words. After all, Tony had previously told her that the problems were never-ending; even if he solved them all, something similar would probably arise again in the future.
“Now that we’re far away from Bradfort, you seem to be in a much better mood than I am.” Myra and Tony were having an idle talk about their everyday life. Indeed, Tony had been smiling a lot more often recently.
“Of course—it feels good to finally relax after working day and night,” said Tony in satisfaction. More importantly, he was blessed to have Myra by his side every day.
To Tony, any day spent together with Myra was a happy one. When he thought about this, he swept her off her feet suddenly, earning a surprised shriek from her.
“Be a good girl and go to sleep.” Tony headed to the bed with Myra in his arms.
Then, he carefully put her down and leaned in closer to her, nuzzling the tip of her nose affectionately with his.
“You usually sleep in until noon; why did you wake up in the middle of the night today?” As he spoke, his voice was soft and pampering.
Myra wrinkled her nose, for she was feeling quite ticklish from Tony’s gentle scratches. “You make it sound like I sleep a lot.” She was nothing like that—Tony was exaggerating and Myra was a little unsatisfied with that.
“Since you’re awake, why don’t we do something fun?” Tony said in a suggestive tone as he snuggled up to Myra even more. Right now, he was acting like a big baby in front of her, demanding her attention like a little boy.
“Stop it—I can’t breathe,” Myra complained. Tony was pressing his face against hers, and she had a strong urge to push him away with a slap.
“Fine, I’ll let you go.” Tony pulled away and propped himself up on the bed. He stared at Myra condescendingly as she lay beneath him.
Myra immediately turned away and faced her back toward Tony while pulling up the comforter; she didn’t want to hear any of Tony’s sweet talk. From the sound of it, it was obvious that he didn’t mean anything well—Myra had been tricked by him far too many times.
“I’m sleepy. I’m going to sleep.” Myra hugged the comforter close to her chest. She had to stand firm by her decision, and she couldn’t fall into his trap again.
In response to her denial, Tony stroked her back gently, his fingers caressing her body smoothly. Myra wriggled momentarily under his touch and tried to shrug away his hand, but it didn’t seem like Tony had any plans to stop harassing her.
“I’m so tired, and I want to sleep.” Myra turned to face him again. Then, she put on a pitiful expression as she stared at him innocently in hopes of changing his mind.
Alas, she let out a silent cry of help as soon as she noticed the devilish smile on his face. In fact, Tony was waiting for her to turn around. With a peck on her cheek, Tony closed in on her once again, but Myra still didn’t seem interested at all—not tonight, at least.
Tony’s mouth twitched in slight disappointment as he shut his eyes. By the time he opened them again, Myra was staring wide-eyed at him.
The astonished look on her face tugged on his heartstrings, sending him a strong urge to make a move. Nonetheless, he understood and respected her wish. Myra wasn’t in the mood to proceed from here tonight, so Tony controlled himself and simply kissed her sleepy eyes.
“Go to sleep, then!” Tony whispered in her ear.
After that, he wrapped his arms around her tightly as Myra’s head rested snugly under his chin. He sniffed the top of her head and took in the fresh scent of her hair. Right now, the room that was shared by the two of them was their world, and they were the only ones in it.
“Wake me up earlier tomorrow, Tony,” Myra reminded Tony before she slept. Indeed, Myra had been getting up later in the mornings with each passing day, and she was worried that it would cause a delay in their schedule.
“I’ll let you wake up naturally.” Tony pinched her cheek and closed his eyes immediately after that—he was getting tired as well after fooling around until past midnight.
The next day, Myra woke up under the piercing rays of the sunlight—Tony had pulled open the curtains, so the light penetrated freely into their room. The sun was pleasantly warm and Myra stirred from her sleep leisurely. However, Tony wasn’t lying next to her when she woke up.
Her hand moved to the empty spot next to her by habit as she muttered to herself, “He’s gone again.” After some time, she finally opened her eyes and noticed that Tony was standing by the balcony, basking in the sun.
As the gentle rays of the sun enveloped him whole, he emitted a heavenly radiance similar to that of a celestial being. Myra could never get sick of watching Tony, for his face was stunning indeed. Her heart throbbed every time she saw him, and it made her feel like a teenage girl who was admiring her crush. In addition to that, Tony’s alluring eyes were staring unblinkingly at her right now.
Myra got down from the bed under Tony’s gaze as she dropped the comforter back down. Meanwhile, she was only wearing a pair of thin pajamas. The silky material of her clothes were slightly see-through, and Tony admired her figure which was vaguely visible under the thin fabric. Meanwhile, Myra took off her clothes in front of the man without a hint of reservation.
Tony couldn’t take his eyes off the smooth skin of her back as she changed into a fresh set of clothes before him. This was nothing unusual in the life of a married couple; although Myra used to be shy of changing in front of him in the past, she was at ease with it now.
By the time Myra finished changing, Tony was standing in front of her. She flashed him a comfortable smile in return.
“Where are we going today?” They had only come up with a rough schedule of their trip, so the specifics of their daily activities weren’t planned ahead—they wanted to go with the flow.
Tony felt that their trip would be more spontaneous and fresh this way—they could have something to look forward to every night before going to bed. Under Tony’s persistence, Myra didn’t say much and agreed to his idea.
They hadn’t encountered many rainy days throughout their time here, and it seemed like the sky was being rather cooperative with them. Today, the weather was clear and the breeze was cool—it was the perfect weather to be tourists. After a while, Myra and Tony were prepared to head out.
The two of them left the hotel while exchanging happy conversations. Tony wasn’t dressed in formal attire like he usually would for work; today, he wore a set of sporty clothes and was even in matching outfits with Myra.
As they walked down the streets, they turned heads of passersby and even earned looks of admiration; Tony’s well-built figure was bound to attract positive attention.
Tony held Myra’s hand in his tightly, for he was afraid to lose her in the crowd. Even when his hand became clammy with sweat, the couple wouldn’t let go of each other.
“Do you miss Bradfort City at all after spending time in a foreign country?” Myra asked him curiously.
Tony shook his head and replied, “We’re just traveling; it’s not like we’re never returning to Bradfort.” Tony pinched her nose as he spoke. He could never resist those tiny gestures to mess with her whenever he looked at Myra.
Meanwhile, a pair of ill-willed eyes followed the couple wherever they went. However, Tony—who was sharp and perceptive by nature—didn’t notice a thing.
In fact, it wasn’t the first day that Myra and Tony were being spied on, but since they were traveling quite a distance today, Tony had arranged for someone to watch them and keep them safe in the dark.
However, the bodyguard didn’t seem to notice the sneaky observer who had been tailing Myra and Tony for days as he waited for a chance to strike. Tony probably put too much trust in his bodyguard or was too eager to bring Myra around and have a good time, so much that he wasn’t aware of the approaching danger.
In the meantime, office hours came to an end in Bradfort City. Matthias was about to toss away the stack of photos on his desk, but he couldn’t help taking another look at them before he did so.
This time, Matthias noticed something odd; he realized that the same passerby had appeared in two of the candid shots, and it was a highly unusual occurrence.
Clearly, the photos had been taken in two different locations—how could the same person appear twice? Matthias instantly had a bad feeling about this.
“Don’t tell me that Myra is being targeted…” Matthias muttered to himself under his breath before he took another look at the photos and compared them side by side. Even though the man wore a different outfit along with a cap and sunglasses, Matthias could instinctively tell that they were the same person.
If this was true, it would be a huge problem. Matthias immediately summoned Nikolai to his office; he couldn’t sit still as he thought of the possibility that Myra might be the target of this mysterious man.
“Do you have any negative films?” Matthias asked as he pointed at the photos on his desk.
Nikolai scratched his head and replied, “The films are all with that person.” He thought that there wouldn’t be a need to keep the negative films, so he hadn’t asked the photographer for them.
“Quick, get them from him right away,” Matthias said in a rushed tone, for he was worried that the films were already destroyed.
“About that…” Nikolai trailed off helplessly. “He’s definitely destroyed them… because I told him to.” He felt extremely stressed out under Matthias’ unbending gaze.
“Ask him again—I really need the films.” Matthias was trying his best to calm down. Right now, he had to make sure that the two people weren’t one and the same before he stirred up any unnecessary trouble and made a fool of himself.
In response, Nikolai immediately dialed the photographer’s number as Matthias stared fixedly at him. At that moment, the films were of utmost importance to him; it would be better to display those films on the computer screen and zoom in on the man for a more accurate judgement.
He knew that this wasn’t something that could be settled through intuition alone. Although Matthias’ heart was telling him that the two figures were indeed the same person, he wanted to find more pieces to the puzzle to make sure. After all, the person’s face hadn’t been clearly depicted in the photos, and Matthias wanted to know what he looked like as much as possible.
After hanging up the call, Nikolai turned toward Matthias and shook his head in dismay. Hence, the latter helplessly asked his assistant to take a look at the two photos he’d picked out.
“Come and see if they’re the same person.” Matthias pointed at the suspicious figure in the photos as he spoke.
Nikolai couldn’t be sure even after studying the photos for a long time. He only said after a while, “They look alike, but I can’t be sure.” If Matthias didn’t point it out, nobody would have wondered whether they were the same person in the first place.
“Zoom in on these photos for me. I need to make sure,” Matthias instructed Nikolai. It was the least he could do right now; the photos might be blurry after the enlargement, but at least he could study them in detail.
Nikolai immediately got to work after being abruptly ordered. He zoomed in on various parts of the photos and printed them out in different dimensions before heading back to Matthias’ office while carrying a stack of papers.
Matthias compared the photos thoroughly and asked for Nikolai’s opinion as well. Much consideration later, he decided that there was a need to take note of this matter.
So far, he concluded that Myra might be in danger, but how was he going to send the message? He couldn’t possibly warn Myra personally; with the Locke Group’s current relationship with the Hart Group, Tony wouldn’t listen to a word he’d say.
Besides, it wasn’t practical for Matthias to fly all the way overseas to meet them—he didn’t know which country they were heading to next! It wasn’t an easy task to find a couple who were on a honeymoon trip around the world.
Not only that, something like this was quite difficult to convey through a phone call; the two of them would definitely be wary of Matthias’ words too. Right now, he had no choice but to ask for help.
Hence, Matthias briefly explained the problem at hand to Nikolai, and the latter became quite concerned after hearing his words. Nikolai gave it some thought, and after some time, his eyes gleamed with an idea.
“You can ask Miss Langston for help, Matthias.” Nikolai couldn’t think of anyone else—Heather was the only suitable candidate to help him out.
However, Matthias frowned and went silent for a long while before he replied, “No, there’s no way I’m asking her for help.”
