“She’s the young lady of the Stark Family. Didn’t Tony tell you, Gemma?” Sebastian looked at Gemma in surprise to salvage what was left of Myra’s approval of him. Then, he shot Tony a disgruntled look. “And you—why are you keeping such a low profile when you are in a relationship?”
“I’m worried that somebody might snatch her away,” Tony answered calmly despite Sebastian’s rhetorical question.
Everybody was astounded when they heard that, but they broke into knowing grins right away.
The only time Tony acts like a normal man is when we talk about Myra in front of her. Thereafter, they turned to Gemma in unison, their gazes holding traces of pity.
Tony tightened his arm around Myra’s waist when he said that and he completely ignored Gemma who was standing in front of him. Then, he led Myra to their seats.
Gemma’s expression soured slightly.
Based on her usual temper, she would have marched right up to Myra and given her a slap while demanding for her to leave. However, this was the Hart Residence. Sebastian and Lisa, who were the elders, were around, so she could not go overboard.
Nevertheless, Gemma was trembling with anger when she saw Tony holding Myra in his arms.
How dare the woman seduce Tony by leaning against him so intimately?
Gemma clenched her fists tightly while suppressing the bubbling anger rising in her chest. She turned around to approach the two of them, but she maintained a calm expression. “Oh—the Stark Family? I wasn’t aware that there’s a family with that name in Bradfort City; I suppose it’s not a large family. I am sorry, Miss Stark, for not recognizing you. That was rude of me.”
Everybody frowned when they heard that. What Gemma said was extremely rude but she made it sound very natural. She walked to Myra and reached out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Miss Stark.”
Myra regarded the exquisite woman who was staring at her with a frosty gaze, but she did not give anything away. After all, they were in the Hart Residence, so it was best to keep trouble to a minimum. Myra knew that she had to keep her cool even though Gemma was eyeing Tony, not to mention that the woman was challenging her openly.
In the end, Myra extended her hand. “Likewise, Miss Walton.”
When they shook hands, Myra felt sharp fingernails digging into her right thumb. A sharp pain shot through her hand and her eyes reflected her surprise, but Gemma released her hand almost instantly.
Before Myra could take her seat, everybody saw Gemma picking up some wet wipes from the table after releasing Myra’s hand. Then, she started wiping her hand carefully; it was the one which she used to shake Myra’s. After that, Gemma threw the wet wipes into the trash can.
The atmosphere in the dining room changed subtly.
When Gemma saw everyone looking at her, she smiled at them innocently. “I am much like Tony and I’m slightly obsessed with cleanliness. I can’t allow even the slightest filth to come into contact with my hand. I apologize for that.”
The slightest filth…
Isn’t she blatantly stating that there’s something filthy on Myra’s hand…
Tony’s expression darkened instantly. He glanced at Gemma, who was still standing at the side, and his frosty gaze lingered on her. He looked as if he was about to freeze her to death with his stare.
Gemma felt shivers down her spine and she was even more upset.
This woman must be the woman who got into Tony’s car last night! Today, Lyla even mentioned that Tony is in love with a woman—could this woman be the one? The young lady of the Stark Family? Does she truly think that she’s from an important family? It’s nothing to shout about! I wonder how she plotted to get into Tony’s bed!
Sebastian snorted loudly and his expression turned foul too. Suddenly, Serena broke the silence. “Tony and Miss Stark, do go ahead and wash your hands; it’s almost dinnertime. Miss Walton is right—you can’t be sure how dirty your hands are.”
Gemma’s expression changed drastically when she heard Serena.
She was most probably not expecting the Hart Family to be so protective of Myra. Then, she noticed Sebastian’s and Lisa’s expressions—they didn’t look too pleased with her either. Gemma’s expression fell but she snorted lightly all of sudden, because she saw the seat to Tony’s left was empty. She was about to sit down but an 8 to 9-year-old suddenly ran toward her swiftly.
The child saw Gemma was about to sit beside Tony just as he was entering the dining room. He ran even faster when he saw that. “Don’t sit at my mother’s seat!” Henry’s voice reverberated throughout the dining room before anyone even saw him.
Gemma was stunned into silence but Henry had already reached her. He pulled Serena’s hand and they took their seats to Tony’s left. “This is my mother’s seat. Miss, your seat is next to my Great-Grandma. Have you forgotten?”
Gemma’s expression soured while she stared at Serena, who had taken her seat calmly.
If I abandon my earlier seat, it would seem as if I’ve abandoned my position with Old Madam Hart. After all, I was chatting with her before Tony arrived. I need to leave a good impression with the Hart Family, after all, but if I were to give up the chance to sit beside Tony, it will benefit that woman he has by his side! Gemma was extremely frustrated but she had to force a smile. “Henry, you are so childish. Who says that I’m sitting here?”
With that, Gemma made her way reluctantly toward Lisa. Later, she saw Henry seated beside Myra while smiling at her happily, as though claiming credit for what he had done.
Myra smiled happily at him while patting the child’s head.
She’s such a b*tch! Only God knows what she did to charm Tony’s weird nephew!
Myra was about to stand up to head to the bathroom. However, just as she stood up, Tony grabbed her hand straight away. He tugged at her suddenly and she fell onto his lap.
Tony stayed put and he wrapped his arms around Myra. “Have a seat first. Why are you in such a hurry?”
That is such a blatant public display of affection!
Everybody appeared calm since they were used to Tony’s fake gentlemanly façade. Henry barely flinched, apart from rolling his eyes at Tony. Instead, he enthusiastically served a bowl of soup in front of Myra. “Great-grandma spent the whole afternoon preparing the soup for you, Myra. I’ll give you a bowl of it first and you can enjoy it when it cools slightly later.”
Upon listening to Henry’s comment, Myra suddenly recalled that Sebastian said something similar earlier.
She was just about to say something when Tony squeezed her hand. His expression was tender when he said, “Quick—thank Grandma.”
At the mention of the word ‘Grandma’, Myra couldn’t be sure if Tony did it deliberately but he emphasized the term. Tony squeezed her hand tighter when he said that too.
Myra’s face blushed immediately and she glared at him. Then, she stood up from his lap to turn toward Lisa.
“Thank you—” Before she could finish her sentence, Tony stood up abruptly to wrap an arm around her waist. Myra felt a sharp pain in her waist, and she glanced at the quiet but shameless man standing beside her. Her face flushed red when she whispered, “Grandma.”
Lisa’s expression remained calm and indifferent, but her eyes reflected her amusement. “Quickly now—go and wash your hands.”
“Okay.” Myra nodded and she made her way to the bathroom.
Under everybody’s suggestive scrutiny, Tony stood up lazily to head to the bathroom after Myra.
