Standing before Love - Season 2 Episode 29

“Old Master Hart, did I say something wrong? If you don’t like it, please don’t mind—”

“Indeed, I do not like it.” Sebastian had a dark expression and he was no longer being polite to Sasha. It is true that I dislike the girl named Myra. However, I do not appreciate it when others start to badmouth the woman chosen by my grandson. Well, it’s just like family. It’s fine if I reprimand my family members, but others have no right to criticize them.

Sasha panicked since the situation was not progressing like how she expected. “Old Master Hart, do you know that Miss Stark is already married to my cousin? She is already married to Sean, but she went ahead to seduce to—”

“Who has she seduced? You claim that she is married, so why would she seduce other men?!” Sebastian interrupted without waiting for her to complete her sentence and he continued to glare at her.

Sasha was dumbfounded when he fiercely glared at her and she answered him automatically, “Director Hart…”

“Hmph!” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her ungraciously. Do I need her to tell me that Myra seduced my grandson? Numerous sarcastic comments ran through his mind, but he suddenly responded to Sasha in a grave tone. “Girl, to be honest, I feel that you are outstanding in many aspects, but there’s one thing that you’re lacking.”

Sasha asked hastily, “Old Master Hart, if you think that I’m not doing well in some aspect, I can improve it.”

“Well, it’s not easy to improve or change that particular aspect.” Sebastian openly stared at her chest, causing her to immediately blush. “O-Old Master H-Hart… I can do it…”

Sebastian frowned in confusion when he noticed Sasha blushing. “Why are you blushing? Shouldn’t you feel ashamed and guilty about this matter? You seem to be narrow-minded, so it’s best for you to broaden your horizon. Stop observing other women and men.”

With that, Sebastian picked up the empty bucket and fishing rod to leave. He barely took a couple steps when he came to a halt. “Also, stop accusing my grandson for no good reason. The two of them have just started going out today. After all, they both aren’t married, so why can’t they be involved with each other?!”

Then, he left the place in anger.

Sasha was astounded when she heard that. Judging by Old Master Hart’s reaction, he must be aware that Myra has been pestering Tony. In any case, why is he so protective of her since he has just learned that she has been thrown into jail and has committed countless crimes in the past? Furthermore, he mentioned that ‘they both aren’t married…’ She had a bad feeling all of a sudden. Sean couldn’t have… divorced Myra, could he?!

When Sebastian was walking over with his empty bucket, it happened that he saw Mark’s pail that was filled up with fish. Since Sebastian had hated Sasha, he projected his resentment on Mark as well. He was so angry that he sneakily stole a big fish from Old Master Hay’s bucket to place it in his own empty bucket.

I am alive long enough to know what the girl named Sasha is secretly planning.

Sasha was oblivious to Sebastian’s nature. It would be truly difficult to change his mind about someone he hated. However, if somebody he disliked accused another person, who happened to be associated with his grandson, he would take the third party’s side, no matter how much hatred there was. Furthermore, since Sebastian needed to side with the hated person, he would accept him or her gradually anyway.

That was the reason why he had conflicted feelings toward Myra—he hated her, but he just had to protect her.

He opened Messenger on his cell phone. In the end, out of the handful of Stories, a new Story stood out at the top with the caption, ‘The weather is wonderful today’.

The caption is describing a picture of Myra’s back view. Who else could it be?! In the end, Sebastian snorted in disdain as he rolled his eyes in annoyance. He glanced at the big, juicy fish in his bucket. Then, he walked back to his car while snickering along the way.

After posting on his Stories, many people started to send their regards to Tony. They were a bunch of smart people, who were aware of what happened today and last night. In fact, they started to have a heated discussion in the Group Chat—

Elliot: ‘Oh, my God! Tony, are you flaunting your loving relationship to the public? Tony, you are pure and affectionate. Should we block your Stories from now on to avoid any jealousy?’

Philip: ‘Congratulations, Tony! Congratulations, Mrs. Hart! When should we expect a wedding invitation?’

Lucas: ‘There is no rush in a wedding invitation. I suppose Elliot should start worrying about escaping to avoid Old Madam Samson’s wrath.’

Elliot: ‘Hey, you! Is it appropriate to drag my grandma into this?’

Estelle: ‘Tony, I won’t be returning home this weekend. Please inform Grandpa on my behalf.’

Elliot, Lucas and Philip were all rendered speechless by what they read.

Philip: ‘What am I looking at?’

Elliot: ‘Shawn! It is no doubt, Shawn! Shawn, are you challenging Tony’s public displays of affection?!”

Tony did not continue to read the rest of the chat history; instead, he merely cocked a brow. If I’m not mistaken, Shawn pursued Estelle later than I did Myra. Has he managed to obtain privileges to use her phone? Well, I suddenly feel inadequate with my actions.

Myra was fuming when she moved forward by a few steps, but she was not truly angry. It was expected for women to act like a tsundere at times. However, she started to feel anxious when she did not hear footsteps following her from behind. Did I go overboard when I threw the tissue with some smeared thingy at that person? After taking a few steps, she gritted her teeth in determination while turning. She saw Tony leaning against the front of the black sports car not too far away. He seemed to be wearing a grave expression as he was deep in thought.

The sunlight shone sideways on his face and his initially deep and gloomy eyes seemed even darker and bottomless. The reflected lights seemed to flicker within his eyes and it accentuated his handsomeness.

After that, Tony swiftly looked down while tapping his finger on his phone. However, he kept his phone with such speed and he approached Myra. While he walked toward her, he gazed down at her as she stood rooted to the spot to stare at him. “Am I too handsome?” he asked while cocking a brow at her.

The ideal scene of Dreamboat Tony, as described by Tilly, vanished in the blink of an eye. Myra was at a loss for words shortly. “Yes, you are handsome. You are the most handsome man of all. You are impossibly handsome!”

Myra noticed that Tony was toying with his phone, so she could not hide her curiosity. “What were you doing earlier?” she asked.

It was rare to see him using his phone apart from making a phone call.

He did not try to hide the truth; instead, he directly passed her his phone, but the screen was locked.

“Well, unlock it then,” she commented casually.

Tony cocked a brow at her, but he keyed her birthdate in to unlock the screen passcode. Myra blushed furiously when she saw that. He swiped through the background pages before opening his Messenger for her to see. “Don’t worry. I am not interested in lovers, nor do I keep close female friends around me. I won’t chat with other women. I merely opened Messenger earlier to check what people were saying there.”

“What did they say?”

Tony brandished his Messenger in front of Myra, but she did not see the contents of the conversation. In any case, she was delighted after his confession when he said ‘I am not interested in lovers, nor do I keep close female friends around me. I won’t chat with other women’ coupled with his screen passcode. Then, she took her phone out in a fairly good mood.

Well, I am in the chat group too. I can have a look at the conversation from my phone. She realized that his phone was suddenly switched off at that moment.

“The battery is flat—” He frowned deeply, as if he was about to reply to a message just now.

Elliot and the group of people are his closest friends and they are his business partners too. Judging by his expression, he might have had some work-related matters to attend to. In the end, Myra handed her phone to him. “Here, use mine.”