Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

Both of them had tall builds with similar handsome features and unique temperaments, which made the ladies around them whisper among themselves while intermittently casting alluring glances at them. Tony, who was unfazed by their responses, narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised his head to gulp down the red wine in his glass.

"I heard that Katie is pregnant, so your holiday is almost over, right?" Tony did not seem to hear Damian's words.

Damian gazed further and looked at the woman who was beside Sean just now. Currently, she was following behind Sean, and they seemed to have had a disagreement as their expressions were dark. With his brows knitted, Damian didn't reply to him but instead he commented in a stern manner, "Tony, she is a married woman!"

If my guess is correct, he has a crush on that woman. Damian was older than Tony by three years. Other than him, nobody else at home could say anything that would affect Tony's decision.

Upon hearing the words that had been stressed on by others earlier, Tony's expression became slightly icy. "Damian, when did you become such a nosey person?"

When Damian saw Tony's surly attitude, his brows furrowed even deeper. Just as he was about to say something, Tony suddenly interrupted him in a seemingly casual manner, "Katie is coming over here. I'll make a move first."

With that, he immediately left.

Damian felt a little helpless as he looked at Tony's disappearing figure. Tony has always been intractable. If he really wants to... Then, Damian's lover, who was standing right before him, drew his attention back to her.

There was a stage at the center of the hall in the Ritz Carlton, where Sebastian Hart had stood earlier to thank the guests who came with their wishes. Currently, behind the stage sat a woman with an elegant figure.

With exquisite makeup on her face, her eyes were as stunning as the sunset and under her petite nose were pink tender lips, which resembled the softest of petals. She was wearing a light pink one-shoulder gown which was taken in at the waist line, accentuating her sexy yet slender figure; a kind of spiritual beauty was slowly radiated from her.

"Miss Fisher, Director Hart said that it's your turn to perform next." Leo appeared backstage and looked at the woman before him impassively.

There was a gleam in the woman's eyes as she chuckled. "It's a rare chance to get Director Hart to think highly of me. I shall try my best later." Her voice was crisp and gentle, sounding pleasant to the ears.

Leo nodded and soon left.

After he had left, a female staff member appeared backstage. She approached the woman and said something to her, bringing a bright smile to the woman's lips. The woman then nodded and the female staff left silently.

"Sean, be gentle!" Myra was following Sean. As she had drunk too much earlier, the alcohol started to take effect, causing her to feel dizzy and stagger when she walked.

They arrived at the back garden of the hotel. It was dark there, with only a few people around, unlike the buzzy hall. When they arrived, Sean stopped concealing his hatred toward her and brushed her hand away. "Myra, you are such a sl*t! How dare you try to seduce another man right in front of me?"

Rage welled up inside Sean. He knew that he did not love Myra, but the anger he felt now was born from her betrayal. I even thought of talking things out with her when we returned home from the banquet later.

His push caused Myra, who was unsteady on her feet, to fall onto the ground. Afraid that she would knock her head, she subconsciously used her elbow to support herself. A soft crack was then heard and a sharp pain exploded in her arm.

"Aargh!"

Seeing her pale instantly, Sean subconsciously attempted to help her up but the moment he extended his hand, he retracted it with a cold expression.

Myra was in so much pain that her body trembled. Looking at the heartless man before her, she felt that she brought this upon herself. A tiny hope that he gave me was enough to make me agree to attend this banquet with him yet in the end, the person who was humiliated is still me!

When he dragged her out of the hall without any consideration about her pride before the eyes of so many people in the hall, the pity and mockery in everyone's gazes almost destroyed her.

"Who did I seduce? Tony Hart?" She felt heartbroken yet enraged. Before they came, Myra told herself that she would just put up with everything as she had no intention to cause a scene with him at the banquet, but it turned out that she was just too naïve. A glimmer appeared at the corner of her eyes, which she then discreetly wiped away with her hand. Her face was pale as she looked coldly at the man before her. "Sean, please be logical if you want to accuse me of something. I don't think that I have the charm to do that, and I have no intention to make a pointless effort as well. You know better than I what kind of person Director Hart is. Do you think that he is the kind of person who would be easily seduced by me?"

His sarcastic words might have triggered her, causing her to drop her politeness when speaking to him.

When she tried to get on her feet, merely moving her elbow caused her so much pain that she inhaled sharply, a dense layer of sweat appearing on her face.

Yet, Sean only looked at her icily.

She wanted to laugh but no sound came out. It was as if she had been enchanted these few days-although she knew that the man despised her deeply, she still tried to search for all the clues and details in an attempt to make herself fall for him again.

However...

Myra's eyes reddened but she stubbornly forced herself to not utter a word. Then, she spun around and headed toward the hall.

Looking at her miserable figure as she headed toward the hall, a strange feeling emerged inside Sean again. He had been bothered by the feeling for quite some time. Every time he had a disagreement with Myra, he would have this strange feeling a feeling that made him lift his feet and go after her without a second thought, despite his resentment toward her.

When he was approaching the hall, he was rooted to the spot by a sudden soothing melody of the piano that came from the inside.

Myra heard the sound of the piano as well. It relaxed people's minds, as if the scenery of spring had appeared before them-birds chirping and the fragrance of flowers, as well as a gurgling stream.

The guests around all looked at the stage at that moment. Words and gazes of admiration appeared along with the melody of the piano.

For some inexplicable reason, Myra seemed to hear the call of destiny. She raised her head in a daze and looked in the direction of the stage, just like everyone else.

It was dazzling on the stage, but there were many people off the stage.

One glance was all it took to cause Myra to take two steps back incredulously. A pang of disbelief hit her so hard that her mind went blank.

On the stage was a white piano and on top of it was a bouquet of pink roses. There were water droplets on the petals, which glimmered gloriously under the brilliant light above the stage. A woman, who was even more stunning than the pink roses, was sitting elegantly in front of the piano in her light pink evening gown. The piano piece slowly blossomed from her nimble fingers, resembling little fairies. From Myra's angle, she couldn't see the woman's face, but a glance at her exquisitely gorgeous features from the side would be an unforgettable view to almost everyone, let alone when her face was one that had been deeply engraved in Myra's mind.

It shook Myra to the core and she subconsciously looked behind her. Sean, who had caught up with her, was currently gazing at the stage with his eyes narrowed. Astonishment, anger, gloom and all sorts of emotions flashed across his eyes and finally, the emotion that settled in his twinkling eyes were hints of fascination. Yes; it was fascination, no matter how much he used to despise that woman. No matter what sort of harsh words he had said before, he would still have emotions that even he himself was unclear of when he faced that woman.