From the initial paleness, which was due to her dislocated elbow, her face gradually reddened and currently, her face felt extremely hot.
She suddenly grabbed Tony’s hand and placed it on her face.
The man’s lower temperature brought comfort to her. A quiet moan escaped from her parted lips as she slowly moved his hand down along her neck.
The expressions of the three men changed slightly and awkwardness spread across their faces.
As Myra was wearing an evening gown, she didn’t wear anything else underneath it. Therefore, when the man’s hand was placed on her chest—which was a little wet—the softness of her chest could be clearly felt.
Tony’s eyes instantly darkened the moment his gaze landed on her chest. Suddenly, he raised his head and shot a piercing look at Elliot and Philip beside him, making them cough awkwardly before they sagely turned around.
“Tony…” Philip rubbed his nose uneasily. “I don’t think Miss Stark has a fever; it seems more like… she had taken something…”
It was clear to them what the ‘something’ meant—there were many men and women with ulterior motives at this kind of a banquet, and Myra accidentally got herself involved in one of them.
Traces of anger flashed in Tony’s eyes as he commanded, “Look into it!”
Philip responded and darted a look at Elliot, who dilly-dallied for a moment before he reluctantly left the room.
“Tony…” Philip was able to guess Myra’s current condition without having to turn around. After hesitating for a while, he asked tentatively, “Tony, do you need my help to… take care of her?” Judging from how much he cares about her, if he wishes to make love to her, the current situation would undoubtedly be a great excuse and a godsent opportunity. Even if she were to question him after this, this sort of thing…
The man behind him remained quiet while his gaze rested on the woman’s body.
Myra felt really uncomfortable. While hugging Tony’s arm, she raised her body and snuggled into his embrace.
It was obvious that a mere hug was not enough to satisfy her—she looked for Tony’s lips hastily and suddenly pressed her lips onto his. As she lacked kissing techniques, she felt even more uncomfortable and started crying after a moment.
At that moment, flames of desire crept into Tony’s eyes and he wanted nothing more than to pin her down below him. I want her! I want her now! The raging thoughts spread like wildfire in his head and he could feel his veins pulsing in the back of his hand. Finally, he was unable to hold himself back and forcefully pressed his lips to her petal-like ones.
The kissing sounds coming from behind made Philip feel even more awkward, but it made him realize Tony’s decision as well. Just as he was about to silently take his leave, he was suddenly rooted to the place by a low, husky voice. “Come over here and take care of her.”
Stunned, Philip turned around, only to see that the struggling woman had been pinned under the blanket by Tony.
Myra was weeping quietly while Tony’s expression was thunderous. Philip immediately ran over to them, took the medicine from the medical kit that was prepared by the hotel and injected it into her body.
Soon, Myra gradually calmed down and the unnatural blush on her face subsided.
“Stay here and take care of her for me. I’m going to the bathroom for a moment,” Tony muttered in a hoarse voice. He tucked her blanket and cast a deep glance at the woman before turning to head into the bathroom.
Not long after that, Philip heard the sounds of a shower. As they were both men, he was able to tell that Tony had gone in to take a cold shower.
He then glanced at the unconscious woman before him and shook his head. Tony has really fallen for her this time, but the identity of this woman…
A complicated expression spread across his face.
Backstage, Lyla finally felt relieved after she got off the stage. She noticed the discussion and the compliments in the eyes of the audience when she was playing the piano on the stage earlier.
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that one day she would be invited by Tony to play a piano piece during Old Master Hart’s birthday banquet.
In the two years she had been in the United States, she had heard about the Hart Family’s reputation but she never had the chance to approach their noble heir. Much to her surprise, she suddenly received his invitation this time. If I manage to capture the Hart Family’s attention and marry into this family… A peculiar gleam appeared in her pair of bright eyes.
“Miss Fisher!” A waitress suddenly ran over to her in panic.
Lyla raised her eyebrows and let out a warm smile. “Are you done with the preparations? If I succeed this time, I certainly won’t forget my promise to you.”
“But Miss Fisher…” The waitress had a gloomy expression. “The champagne… the champagne was drunk by someone else!”
“Drunk by someone else?” Lyla’s expression fell as she glared at the frightened woman before her. She’s so incompetent! This is such a good opportunity, she cursed inwardly but she quickly collected herself. “Go and invite Director Hart to Room 1024.” It’s fine. It was merely something to arouse him. This time, I must take down that heavenly man! “Remember to not let anyone find out—”
“Miss Fisher!” The waitress interrupted her before she managed to finish her sentence.
Feeling displeased, Lyla raised her head to look at the waitress but her body froze the next instant.
There was a long hallway near the back door at the backstage and currently, there was a man walking down the hallway in their direction with a stern expression.
It was as if he had traveled through time and distance to reach her, or as if time had remained stagnant in the past two years.
Stunned, Lyla stood rooted to the spot, momentarily unable to recognize where she was now. Her eyelashes trembled as Sean’s sturdy build fully appeared before her eyes.
His expression was cold, which made her unable to tell his current mood. He seemed to have not changed much in the past two years but his handsome face, which had been appearing in her dreams, looked more mature and composed than two years ago. His pair of narrow phoenix eyes looked more constrained from all the ups and downs in life that he had been through these years. Nonetheless, he had lost the gentleness he had had in his eyes when he gazed at her in the past.
“Sean…” Lyla’s expression changed slightly but the hint of complexity in her eyes soon vanished. Clenching her fists tightly, a wry mumble escaped her lips, “W-Why are you here?”
The banquet had ended and the guests had all left when Myra regained her consciousness.
Her body felt as if she had been run over by a car; she felt sore all over and her head felt dizzy.
She slowly opened her eyes and sat up, reaching up to rub her temple while surveying her surroundings.
She was in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar surroundings. Her eyes abruptly widened as she thought, This… isn’t my room!
She tried to recall what happened the night before. I was at Old Master Hart’s birthday banquet… I had a conflict with Sean and I realized that Lyla is back… Right—Lyla has returned… Myra felt her heart ache but she forced herself to suppress the feeling. Then, I think I drank a glass of champagne and I felt ill, so I took a rest. After that… I don’t remember anything after that…
