Chapter 19


    Myra snuggled closer into the embrace and found anotherfortable position. Finally, she sank into a


    deep sleep again. Philip was witnessing the scene in front of him—the man among their group of


    friends who was most uninterested in women was now hugging a woman gently. If he did not see this


    with his own eyes, he would have thought he had entered another fantasy. “Tony, I’m going to give an


    injection to thisdy.” Philip gulped and waved the injection syringe that was filled with medicine in front


    of him. However, Tony’s face darkened immediately. “She’s having a fever. This is the quickest way to


    let her fever go down.” Philip did not dare to wave the syringe around anymore. He merely touched his


    nose as he exined it to Tony innocently. I’m just giving her an injection! I’m not going to hurt her!


    Seeing the way he hugs her preciously, it seems as though he will kill me off if I dare to hurt the woman


    in his arms. Tony gently pulled Myra slightly further from his arms and nodded at Philip, an indication


    for him to quickly give her the injection. After the needle poked into her skin, Tony’s thin lips pressed


    into a hard line when Myra stiffened in his arms. A deadly atmosphere spread in the bedroom. Philip


    was so nervous that cold sweat had dampened his back entirely. After giving Myra the shot and giving


    Tony some further instructions, Philip quickly packed his stuff and escaped from the apartment. As


    soon as he got out of the apartment, he took out his phone and sent a picture he secretly took of the


    both of them into a group chat on Messenger that consisted of their friends. Sure enough, as soon as


    he sent the pictures, even those who seldom said anything were all sending messages. ‘Wow! Is this


    the woman Tony has a crush on?’ Elliot typed, to which Philip replied, ‘Most probably. He treasures her


    so much that he almost sentenced me to death when I was giving her an injection.’ Elliot then sent


    another message. ‘This is so shocking! Quickly send aplete picture of her!’ Lucas chimed in, ‘I bet


    he doesn’t have the guts to take a picture of her face. But Miss Stark does look familiar…” Philip also


    felt that she was familiar-looking but he simply could not ce her. After putting his phone away, he


    shot onest look at Tony’s apartment before leaving as he shook his head. In the bedroom, Tony


    chuckled hoarsely when he lowered his head to look at Myra, who would only snuggle closer to him


    when she was unconscious. Initially, he thought two years would be enough to forget her.


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    Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned, he still fell for her. In fact, she was most probably the reason for


    his return. His eyes dimmed as he was not content with hugging her only. Just now, when she was


    fumbling around his pockets for the keys to his unit, or even earlier when she fell on him and kissed


    him identally, he could barely hold himself back. Tony lowered his head and looked at her


    affectionately. Then, he merely kissed her gently on her forehead as he muttered in a low voice, “I


    won’t let you leave me this time.” The next day when Myra woke up, she had no idea what was going


    on. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling. A huge crystal chandelier hung


    from the ceiling in the middle of the room; it had a vintage style that was different from the one in hers.


    The bed is quite soft and the surroundings… She turned around and saw the arrangement of the room


    that was clean andpletely unfeminine. As memories slowly returned to her, her eyes narrowed and


    she immediately sat up on the bed. As it was too sudden, her mind suddenly became nk. It was only


    after she steadied herself for a while that the dizziness faded. This is… not my room. After I sent Tony


    back to his apartment, didn’t I leave? Myra was shocked to find out about this. Just as she tore the


    nket from her body, she saw herself wearing a set of unfamiliar pajamas. The suit dress that she


    worest night was nowhere to be seen. er mind seemed to have exploded and she was


    dumbfounded. At this moment, the door was opened by an olddy in her fifties who walked into the


    room. When she saw that Myra was awake, she heaved a sigh of relief and ced a set of clothes


    beside her tidily. “Miss Stark, you are finally awake. I’m Mr. Tony’s maid, Mrs. Somerfields. Last night


    you had a fever, so Mr. Tony asked me to take care of you. Here are your clothes.” Myra was still


    stunned at this urrence. She pointed at the pajamas she was wearing and stuttered, “T-This


    pajamas that I’m wearing…”