Chapter 174
Myra gazed into Tony’s eyes, her gaze as serene and enchanting as the moon on a crisp autumn night. There was no trace of impatience in her expression, and for some inexplicable reason, Tony found his anger gradually fading as he met her calm eyes. He couldn’t understand why, but in that moment, he trusted her words without hesitation. Unable to maintain eye contact, he quickly looked away.
Seeing his shift in behavior, Myra felt a sting in her chest, a pang of something painful and familiar. Without thinking, she pulled him into her arms again, her voice barely a whisper. “Honestly, I don’t want to leave you either. All I want is for you to keep me, Tony… I’m in love with you. It hurts when you think I still have feelings for Sean.”
Tony stiffened in her embrace, his body momentarily frozen. Myra felt a sudden heat rise in her chest, but before she could speak again, she leaned in and softly kissed the corner of his mouth. “Tilly told me that men need to be coaxed too. So here I am, coaxing you. Aren’t you going to forgive me?”
Her words lingered in the air as Tony’s expression remained cold and unreadable. Still, she pressed on, her voice gentle. “If I had known how to coax someone before, it was because of Sean… But you? You’re different. I know you care for me, and that’s why I can’t stand it when you doubt me.”
Her gaze dimmed slightly at his silence. Slowly, she began to pull away, but before she could fully retreat, Tony’s strong arms pulled her back onto his lap, his hold firm around her waist. His grip on her shoulder was possessive, almost crushing, but she didn’t resist.
“Myra,” he growled, his voice tinged with frustration. “Sometimes, I wish I had never met you.”
The words were like a punch to her gut, but she stayed still, her eyes filled with confusion and sadness. What was he trying to say? Was he regretting their relationship?
Tony’s thoughts raced back to the first time they had crossed paths. If he hadn’t met her, his life might have followed a more conventional path, one where love didn’t complicate things. He might have simply married a woman suited to his career, living a life devoid of passion. But then he met Myra… And now, his feelings for her were tangled up with so much pain.
“You’re a sweet-talking liar!” he spat, his eyes flashing with anger. Without another word, he yanked her face towards his and kissed her fiercely, his lips pressing hard against hers. His teeth grazed her bottom lip as he bit down, pulling a startled moan from her. Myra responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, surrendering to the kiss.
Tony’s grip tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer. Their bodies pressed together as the kiss deepened, each second stretching out as if time itself had slowed. Myra lost track of everything—how long they kissed, where they were, or even who they were. All that mattered was the intensity of the moment.