Chapter 17


    Because the pockets were close to his thighs, they were quite warm. Yet, they did not make her feel


    disgusted at all. After fumbling around in his pockets, she did not find any keys. At this moment, sweat


    had already broken out on her forehead.


    Tony’s thigh muscles were quite hard and strong. Even though she tried to be careful, she still could not


    avoid touching him.


    Her entire face was flushed red, right to the tips of her ears; she was not sure if it was because of her


    fever or embarrassment. Exasperated, she switched to the other side of his pocket to look for the keys.


    As it was further away from her and the angle was not quite right, it took Myra several tries before she


    finally found the keys. Throughout the entire process, she was so shy and embarrassed that she felt


    that her breathing almost stopped.


    She was not sure if it was an illusion, but she felt as though Tony’s body stiffened slightly.


    She breathed out heavily and took another look at him. Even with his eyes closed, he was still


    extremely good-looking. She blushed and thought about what Tilly had been talking about everyday.


    Then, she could not help but mutter to herself, “If Tilly knows about tonight, I bet I will never hear the


    end of it.”


    With that, she ced the keys into the lock and opened the door before she helped Tony into his


    house.


    The apartment had two floors. Since Myra had used up all her strength, she ced him on the couch


    and walked to the kitchen after wiping the sweat off her forehead.


    The fridge was rtively well stocked. After Myra married Sean, she had specially learned about


    various types of cooking in order to be a good wife. Hence, she easily made some broth for Tony to feel


    more refreshed and ced it on the table.


    It was only at this moment did she look around his apartment.


    It was clean and tidy—obviously the apartment of a bachelor. The tones were quite dark and the theme


    was a monochrome modernist style.


    It could be seen from the details that Tony had quite a private life. There was nothing left behind by any


    woman—not even a strand of long hair could be seen.


    There were many rich families in Bradfort city. It was obvious from Sean and his childhood friends that


    men in the upper-ss like him had messy private lives. Judging by Tony’s status and position, it was


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    hard to tell that he was such a passionate man.


    She turned around to look at the man who was asleep on the couch. His closed eyes hid the usual


    sharp look in his eyes, making him look much more gentle at this moment. His perfectly sculpted facial


    features looked exquisite and Myra could not even find a single w on him.


    A man like him has a crush on a woman?


    Myra shook her head. If he was awake, I bet he would never let me help him get home.


    She entered his bedroom and brought out a soft nket to cover his body.


    Then, she sat down on the long couch that was opposite him.


    After doing all these, she felt extremely tired, so she nned to rest for a while before leaving.


    However, her sitting position slowly morphed into a leaning position. From there, shey down


    As her consciousness gradually left her, she had long forgotten that this was not her own home.


    The living room was very quiet; only their breathing could be heard. In fact, it was pleasantly quiet.


    Tony, whose eyes had been closed this whole while, slowly opened his eyes.


    His clear eyes contained indifference in them as he looked around him silently. When he saw Myra,


    who was fast asleep and curled into a ball on the couch opposite to him, his gaze softened and his lips


    lifted up slightly.


    The nket fell off his body as soon as he stood up quietly.


    After putting the nket aside, he walked directly to Myra’s couch. It was only at this moment did he


    realize that there was an unnatural flush on her cheeks, and her breathing was quite rushed.


    His face darkened as he touched her forehead. The heat shocked him so he quickly lifted her into his


    arms.


    Myra, who had been fast asleep, felt the warmth around her and snuggled her face closer to Tony’s


    chest. Then, she mumbled sadly, “I love you so much… Why can’t you spare me another nce…”


    Tony tightened his grip on her and pursed his lips. In just a few steps, he reached his bedroom and


    ced her on the bed gently. After taking another look at her, he walked out of the room with his phone


    in his hands.


    “Hello? It’s me…”