Myra was visibly disappointed to hear him say that. During the times they had spent together, Heather was never especially flirtatious with Leon. On the other hand, Leon seemed enthusiastic whenever he looked at Heather. Then again, when Myra carefully recollected Leon’s gaze toward Heather, she realized there wasn’t much real passion in his eyes.
Oh, Heather and her relationships! Forget about making progress with Philip, she can’t even do that with Lucas! Other than these two men, there were no other suitable men that Myra knew with the capabilities to fulfill her friend’s basic needs.
“Stop worrying about Heather’s love life. She may have plans for herself.” Tony stated firmly as he got even more determined that there were some feelings between Heather and Matthias.
Back when they bumped into Matthias in the spa, complication and frustration filled Heather’s eyes when she glared at him. To Tony, this gave their connection away.
On the other hand, back at the tea place, the way Heather looked at Leon was as if she was looking at a little brother, with not even a trace of intimacy between a man and a woman.
Presently, a pregnant Myra was undoubtedly foolishly adorable. Upon reaching the theater from the tea place successfully, Tony put down his umbrella.
As the private theater was on the fifth floor, they went in and looked for an elevator. While holding the umbrella with one hand, Tony grabbed Myra’s hand in the other, making them look especially lovey-dovey. Since returning from overseas, he was constantly occupied with work, leaving no time for her. Thankfully, he got to get off work early that day so naturally, the first thing he would want was some alone time with his wife.
Myra and Tony arrived at the quiet private theater and were warmly welcomed by the reception staff. As expected from a private theater, the ticket prices were sky-high. Because of her pregnancy, Myra shouldn’t be watching movies that were stress-inducing. Thus, they went for a romantic film.
Looking at her discontented expression, Tony tugged on her hand. When they were selecting a movie earlier, Myra insisted on watching a horror thriller, only to be instantly shot down by the man.
Due to the immense pressure from Tony, she could only pick a light-hearted, romance film, leaving her craving for a horror movie unfulfilled.
“Now, now, don’t be wilful,” Tony claimed in his usual tone that was gentle yet stern, effectively dismissing any further objection.
Soon, they entered the reserved room. In truth, the room was so spacious that it could contain two dozen people. Apart from the landscapes of exotic sceneries painted on the wall, the beds and couches made the room feel very much like a home theater.
Although the screen wasn’t as enormous as that of a cinema, it was certainly bigger than a typical home theater’s screen. At first sight, the room looked pretty classy while the viewing effects were as well up to the mark. Thanks to that, as well as Tony’s willingness to sit through a romance film with her, Myra stopped whining about her initial desire.
“Do you even like movies like this?” she questioned softly.
“I like anything you like,” he replied as he stared deeply into her eyes. As they were the only people in the dim room, he had a pulsating urge to kiss her.
“Eyes on the screen, please,” Myra blurted as she avoided his peck. Although they were in a private space, anywhere that wasn’t home to her was considered public. Hence, she couldn’t help but feel too embarrassed to make out with him.
“But I rather look at you,” Tony proceeded with his amorous talk, to which Myra responded by covering her face with her hands. Unlike his apathetic front, he was an entirely different man in private.
“You said you wanted to watch a movie with me, so watch it with me. Even our child is focused on it.” Immediately, Tony pulled Myra into his chest with a force so overbearing yet loving.
“I like cuddling during movies.” he murmured as he embraced her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head.
He squeezed her with his warm body from behind and his breath continuously brushed against her nose. Feeling as if she was completely wrapped in his embrace, Myra shook her head slightly. Meanwhile, Tony, who felt rather awkward placing his hand on her inflated abdomen, moved his hand upward.
“Stay still,” he urged, pretending to be all serious as his hand was nearing her “valuable” parts, which caused Myra to feel helpless.
“Mind your hands,” she retorted.
“You don’t like the top? Guess I’ll go down, then.” As he spoke with a devilish grin, his hand swiftly slid downward.
“Stop it!” Myra got even more defensive toward Tony, who was constantly coming up with ways to take advantage of her. I’d rather you go back up!
At that moment, there were many things Tony wanted and was willing to experience with Myra, including things that were perfectly normal.
As long as she was by his side, even the dullest little things would turn into rainbows and unicorns, and he did not mind whatever they did. Even just by thinking about the goals they could achieve in the world, Tony would get energetic, intensifying his inclination to walk alongside Myra in every path they took.
At the beginning, they would chatter about topics irrelevant to the movie. As they gradually got immersed in the film, they eventually stopped conversing and simply enjoyed the movie in silence.
Feeling relaxed, Myra snuggled into Tony’s familiarly warm and sturdy embrace, one that belonged solely to her.
In a flash, the movie was over. As the couple walked out of the theater, Myra was already fatigued so Tony could only cancel his plans for dinner.
After retrieving his car, he drove her home. Feeling sleepy, Myra yawned but she immediately covered her mouth as that would soil her grace.
“You’re getting significantly more sleep lately, aren’t you?” Tony laughingly quizzed, recalling how he would warily move around in the morning so as to avoid waking Myra up from her sleep.
“I can never get enough of it,” Myra answered with a pout.
“Have something to eat when we get home, then shower before you sleep.” Tony understood that when the drowsiness hit Myra, the only thing she would want is slumber and nothing else, not even food.
“Okay.” As if her bones had turned into jelly, all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep. After all this time, she still couldn’t figure out why she had been so sleepy and she couldn’t help but wonder if this happened to other pregnant women too.
To stop her from sleeping in the car, which would cause her discomfort when she woke up, Tony tried to think up some topics to discuss with her.
“Myra, do you think we are expecting a boy or a girl?” In all honesty, Tony had never thought of this before.
Intrigued by the query, Myra suddenly regained some energy as she thought about the question both of them had never wondered.
“Which one do you prefer?” she countered with a question of her own.
“I’m fine both ways, but I prefer to have a pair.” It didn’t matter to Tony what gender the child would be but if he had to pick one, he would like a daughter.
If he were to own a daughter resembling Myra, he would have two precious treasures—big and small—all to himself. However, a boy wouldn’t be bad either, as that would make Myra the family pearl.
“Oh—I’d like a pair of twins too! Who doesn’t want a boy-girl pair?” Myra gigglingly stated. Despite her words, she acknowledged the odds for that to happen were extremely low.
While they were still on the topic, Myra was led to another question. “What should we name our child?”
Tony pulled the car to a stop in front of a stopwalk and he shot her a sideways glance. “We have to think about this seriously.” In order to give their child a pleasant and noteworthy name, it was only natural for them to get earnest about it.
Myra toyed around with the idea of naming their child, but she couldn’t think of one at the moment as she thought none of the names in her mind captivated her in particular. She thought that naming a child in itself was a tough job. In Latin, Tony referred to a “priceless one”, which perfectly described how much he meant to her.
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When they reached home, Tony had the servants serve the meal, including a daily, delicately-made nutritious soup. Staring at the bowl of thick soup, Myra pushed it to him. “You should get some nourishment too, Tony.”
He shook his head as he looked at the bowl of soup. “This soup is specially made for pregnant women. It’s not suitable for men to drink it.” Although the kitchen crew often switched up the flavor, it was inevitable for her to get tired of the taste after continuously having soup for so many days, hence her reluctance to have it.
“But I’m too sleepy to eat!” Myra expressed like a spoiled kid, wanting to escape the fate of having to finish the soup.
“Finish your soup first.” Having seen through her tricks, Tony instantly pushed the bowl back to Myra and insisted that she finish the soup.
And so, she helplessly swallowed down the soup spoon by spoon. After having some dessert in the afternoon, she wasn’t that hungry. Besides, her drowsiness drastically reduced her desire to consume anything.
Seeing that, Tony ordered the servant, “Have the chef make another bowl and keep it warm.”
After that, he said to Myra, “Have a little food if you don’t wanna drink the soup.”
As if she had hit the jackpot, Myra smiled in delight. After eating a little, she walked toward the stairs. Seeing how she didn’t have an appetite, Tony lost his as well. After having hung around each other for so long, they were easily influenced by each other’s little gestures.
Recently, Myra’s body had undergone many strange transformations, and that included her appetite and her sleep—losing her appetite when it was dinner time, only to starve in the middle of the night.
Tony would carefully study her actions and determine a pattern, including her ever-changing craving for food as it would change at every meal, tormenting the chef and his crew.
When it came to healthy food, Tony would fulfill her every craving without hesitation; on the other hand, no matter how much she longed for junk food, he wouldn’t even think to entertain her.
After a long time, he had figured out her behavioral pattern. If he got it right, Myra tended to get up during midnight and cry for food within thirty minutes of waking up.
Having predicted that to happen, Tony would always have the chef prepare some food and soup beforehand. Then, when Myra had the appetite, the chef could serve them to her at ease.
Sometimes, when the servants and crew had already gone to sleep, Tony had no choice but to put something together himself. Although he had never been in the kitchen, he knew a thing or two about culinary. Besides, it wasn’t an obstacle for him as he had never caused an accident in the kitchen.
Often, the kindest people were also the most empathetic as they would love someone unconditionally. The more time Tony had spent with Myra, the deeper his feelings for her got, thus, his desire to be a good husband got stronger.
Instead of remaining as the world-stomping man he was, he would rather fulfill his role as a husband and soon, a father.
His heart started to soften, and the ambition and aspiration he once had became nothing compared to the warmth he received from being with Myra. As such, how could he ever be harsh on her?
Despite that, love didn’t turn him into a complete weakling as his principles and limits still remained, as well as his determination to accomplish certain milestones in his career.
However, every time he was around Myra, he would turn into someone else, like a complete version of himself. Thankfully, Cupid had delivered him his other half, filling the void in his soul he once felt.
