Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

Sebastian had been squatting around since mid-afternoon as he was afraid that he would miss out on the opportunity to bump into Myra otherwise. Since he had even forced himself to skip dinner just to stay around, he felt his tummy rumbling. As he watched the hour hand of his watch turn toward 9.00PM, he started to feel rather displeased. Hmph, she’s a woman who stays out late at night! Terrible! Right as he was mumbling to himself under his breath, he heard the ding of the elevator. His eyes immediately lit up without him realizing it himself.

Myra felt completely exhausted as she dragged her body out of the elevator. She was startled when she saw Sebastian standing right in front of her. The building she stayed in had extremely high security; the management wouldn’t usually allow for strangers to enter as they pleased. But this man… Myra felt her entire body tensing up. Isn’t he Tony’s grandfather, Old Master Hart? I saw him once during his birthday feast on the luxurious yacht. What is he doing here? Does he know something about me? Or did he find out about the rumors of me leaking private information to Hart Group?

Sebastian quickly realized the wary gaze in Myra’s eyes; this gave him a boost in confidence. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked as he straightened his body. He perked up his lips as he gave Myra a look.

She froze for a moment as she was too stunned to react to him then. The old man continued to glare at her face before he knitted his brows together. “Who did you get into a fight with?” She obviously got those injuries on her face because she fought with someone. “You’re a grown woman; how could you still get into fights with others?! How ridiculous!” I’m giving her a bad rating for this! Sebastian continued with his negative evaluation of the woman as he waited for her to open her door anxiously.

Myra seemed rather embarrassed upon hearing his comment. “There were some issues with the Sunny Bay Project yesterday. I was… hit by the workers there…”

“You were hit by the workers?” Sebastian studied all the injuries on her face again. How hard must they have hit her for her to end up like this?! Now, I’m starting to think that my own grandson might be the unreliable one here. Why didn’t he protect his own woman?! “Why did you go to the construction site all by yourself? Have you applied some medication to your wounds? Did you make a police report? Were things cleared up with the workers?” Sebastian had some hidden potential when it came to nagging others.

For some reason, Myra only felt more embarrassed when she recognized the hint of concern in the old man’s voice. She quickly nodded her head. “The report was made, and I got my wounds treated. The workers were just rioting at the construction site, so things will be settled soon.”

Bay Project?” He felt like he had heard the name somewhere. Isn’t that the name of the project that Mark was talking about when we last chatted? I even misunderstood

for a long time. Yet, all his words didn’t

you invite me in for a cup of tea now?” Sebastian addressed Myra once more; he had successfully obtained some details about his own grandson. Meanwhile, Myra had no choice but to open her door before inviting

man, but I do agree that the design

a pair of female slippers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming over; I only have female slippers here,” she said sheepishly. Myra didn’t realize anything special about her words—she simply hadn’t had the time to prepare anything else since she had just left Chase Residence and moved into her new place a while ago. However, Sebastian perceived her words differently. This indirectly tells me that she has never brought any other men home. It seems like her personal life is a healthy and proper one.

of any other people’s belongings in her unit. Sebastian quickly concluded that she wasn’t lying to him after he took a quick tour around the apartment. She couldn’t have known that

Hart? I’m afraid pasta is all I can serve for dinner, though,” said Myra as she spoke to the

hasn’t tried her cooking, right? The old man felt rather proud of being offered a meal then. However, he only knitted his brows as he turned toward Myra. “Don’t expect me to eat it if it doesn’t taste good,”

how childish he sounds right now, she thought as she simply nodded and walked into the kitchen. She didn’t have a lot of ingredients, but she had the basics—beef, eggs, spinach, and so on. After some contemplation, Myra decided

dish and poured the gravy on top of the pasta before bringing it out. Sebastian was looking around her study right then. “Dinner’s ready,”