Chapter 57
As soon as Tony released her from his arms, Myra took a few steps back, putting a noticeable distance between them. Her eyes never left him, wary of his every move.
Her thoughts were a tangled mess, struggling to find a justification for Tony’s behavior. She considered that he might have been misled during their previous encounter when he thought she was one of those women who used their charms to get ahead. But this time, the situation was different.
He wasn’t drunk—in fact, he seemed more sober than she was. His actions tonight were far from innocent flirtation or playful teasing. If she didn’t know better, she would think he was serious about… something more.
But he knows I’m married, she reminded herself.
Myra considered running out of the room, afraid of what might happen if she stayed, but just as she tried to pass him, Tony reached out and, in one swift motion, squeezed her backside.
She stiffened, a seething glare in her eyes. His lazy, devilish smile only made her blood boil.
This rogue! Myra thought, outraged. How had she not seen this side of him? She had once thought him a gentleman, but his cold, aloof demeanor had only been a mask!
“Don’t you have any self-respect, Director Hart?” she hissed through gritted teeth.
At the sight of her anger, Tony merely nodded, his voice casual as he said, “As you said, we shouldn’t keep the others waiting. Let’s go.”
He turned and made his way toward the stairs as though nothing had happened, but Myra stood rooted to the spot, her fists clenched in fury.
With a deep breath, she steeled herself and walked in the opposite direction, heading toward the elevators. The last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near him.
Tony didn’t seem to care that she had stormed off, but he did pause, casting her a fleeting glance before continuing his descent down the stairs. His expression was unreadable, but Myra could feel his gaze on her, even as she refused to look back.
When she returned to the private dining room, she saw Tony already seated at the table. Tilly, flushed from the alcohol, leaned in close to Myra and asked with a concerned expression, “Myra… did someone piss you off? Why do you look so upset?”
Myra didn’t want to share the details of what had happened in the changing room. Instead, she offered a tight-lipped smile and replied, “I ran into a rogue, that’s all.”
Just as she finished speaking, she felt a piercing gaze from across the table, but she pretended not to notice.
“Hey, Myra, since my dreamboat is here, you should have him take care of that rogue for you!” Tilly slurred drunkenly, her words tumbling out without filter. Her lack of inhibition only made Myra feel even more frustrated.
If only Tilly knew that the rogue was none other than the so-called ‘dreamboat’ himself. How had Myra been naïve enough to think Tony was different from the others? And what about that lover he mentioned?
Myra’s frustration only grew, but she refrained from voicing it. Instead, she grabbed a glass of wine but hesitated when she realized that Tilly had already had too much to drink. A wave of caution swept over her. Before, she might have felt safe drinking in Tony’s presence, but now… she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.
The Hart Group members seemed unaffected by the alcohol, standing and socializing while the women struggled to keep themselves steady.
By the time they left the private dining room, Myra had Tilly’s arm around her, trying to hold her up, though she struggled under the drunken weight. Leo quickly came to their aid, helping her get Tilly into the backseat of the car.
With Tilly settled, Myra let out a sigh of relief. She was just about to close the door when a deep voice interrupted her.