Chapter 145
Chapter Title: Unfinished Business
His voice was indifferent, monotonous, and yet it sent a chill down Gemma’s spine. She froze in place, her body stiffening, before she turned to look at the cold figure standing before her. “What? No way… You obviously have feelings for me,” she mumbled, her voice faltering. “You just don’t realize it because you’re so apathetic… It’s okay, though. I can wait.”
Her words came out in a jumbled mess, and Tony’s patience finally wore thin. He was already losing interest in her antics. As his mind wandered back to the sound of Myra’s voice during their earlier call, he simply turned his back on Gemma and walked toward his villa, leaving her standing there, ignored.
Gemma watched him go, her teeth sinking into her pink lip in frustration. It’s always the same… no matter what I do, he never looks at me! she thought bitterly. Is there something wrong with me? Yet, despite her frustration, a small sense of relief crept in. Maybe it’s not me—maybe he’s just a man who can’t be drawn to anyone.
After all, she reasoned, At least I’ve had more chances than other women. The thought did little to ease her frustration, but it was a small comfort.
Once inside his villa, Tony loosened his tie and sighed wearily. His fingers reached for his phone, eager to hear Myra’s voice. But when he checked the screen, he saw that the call had ended without him even realizing. As he tried calling back, the phone rang once before going to voicemail. Myra’s phone was off.
A sharp pang of frustration gnawed at him. Was she jealous? Did she doubt him?
Back in her apartment, Myra stared at the black screen of her phone, her heart heavy. She knew she needed to trust Tony, but hearing that woman’s voice—so full of longing for him—had stirred something uneasy within her. She had to shake off the feeling, but the doubt lingered. Maybe I’m being too sensitive, she told herself, her mind wrestling with conflicting thoughts.
After a deep breath, she tucked the phone into her purse and decided to go out and buy ingredients for dinner, hoping the simple task would help clear her head. Life, in some small way, was starting to feel normal again. Estelle had been stopping by for free meals, and though she’d received occasional calls from Cameron, Myra had ignored them all. She was trying to focus on herself, and it felt good.
Two or three days later, Myra was on her way back from the nearby supermarket, her arms full of groceries. As she neared her apartment, she slowed when she saw the familiar, eye-catching black Lamborghini parked outside. Leaning casually against it was Sean, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants. His tall, broad frame radiated arrogance, and even with his head tilted down, his presence was enough to catch the attention of anyone nearby.
In the past, the old Myra would have melted at the sight of him, but not today. Today, all she felt was a dull indifference. The pain of their past seemed like someone else’s story—one she could hardly remember anymore.
She tried to walk past him, but Sean called out, stopping her in her tracks.
“Myra, I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice cool but carrying an edge of something deeper.