Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me

If he really can't keep to his promise, I can walk home too. Southern Hill is not a small area, but it's not gigantic either. Apart from that, it would be for the best if he could really clear my name from the accusation of plagiarism.

As soon as Myra thought about that, she stopped speaking and quietly looked outside the car window.

From the corner of his eyes, Tony slightly arched his good-looking eyebrows when he saw her small face had darkened.

The car was soon driven to the mansion region, which was surrounded by a garden.

Southern Hill was the paradise for many wealthy people, but a mansion as big as the Hart Residence could not be found—even in the area,

It took almost five minutes for the car to be driven from the main gate to a building that looked like a castle with European architecture.

Soon, the car came to a tall fountain that resembled a swan. Next to it was a huge mansion with white walls and red bricks that were surrounded by trees; the place looked impressive and intricate at the same time.

Even Myra, who had seen different styles of mansions, could not help but sigh in her heart. Sure enough, the Hart Family is the most prestigious family in Bradfort City.

Tony, who was next to her, had been resting with his eyes closed. He finally opened them and landed his profound gaze on her as he looked at her clear eyes.

Without waiting for him to speak, she quickly responded, “Just go ahead and run your errands, Director Hart. This garden is quite beautiful—I'll take a stroll while waiting for you to be back.” Afraid that he would invite her inside for a cup of tea or something to that effect, she quickly broke the silence.

Perhaps she was defensive because he had joked about asking her to marry him earlier. If I enter the mansion with him, how would I explain my reason for being here once I meet the elders in his family like Old Master Hart? I don't want to run into any unnecessary embarrassment or troubles.

Tony seemed to frown unhappily as he stared into Myra’s eyes, but he did not convince her otherwise. “The garden is quite big, so bring your phone with you. I'll call you when I'm done,” he reminded her nonchalantly.

Myra tightened her grip on the phone and she nodded after turning subconsciously.

I bet she doesn't even know she’s blushing right now. Upon seeing her reflexes, Tony's mood suddenly became better. Before he exited the car, he stretched his hand toward her and it caused her to tense up when she felt his hand on her forehead.

Before he walked off, he arched his eyebrows as he asked, “Are you running a temperature?”

Sitting in the car, Myra’s face was flushed red. She suddenly felt annoyed at Tony's earlier action. I thought... he had stretched his hand out because there were some leaves or dirt on my hair. I can't believe that he actually placed his hand on my forehead!

At that moment, the warmth from his hands slowly seeped into her skin, as if he left an imprint there.

A slightly frustrated Myra opened the car door and she alighted from the car.

Sure enough, the garden in Hart Residence was ginormous and it was obviously a well-planned garden. In the evening, the lamps in the garden were all switched on and illuminated the bushes and flowers, making the atmosphere cozy and romantic. The pebble paths and fresh air even enchanted her. However, when she turned after ten minutes of walking, she knew that she was lost. She felt exasperated at herself. Since she expected that Tony would call her after he was done with his matters, she planned to find a spot to rest. However, at that moment, she heard a small voice sobbing. After tracing the source of the voice, she saw a young boy, who looked like he was around eight years old, sobbing as he sat next to bushes of flowers. He pouted as he mumbled, “Can they not divorce? Sob... Sob... I don’t want them to divorce...”

As the lamp behind him shone from above, it cast a lonely shadow on the ground, making him look like a kid who had lost his way.

Myra immediately froze on the spot.

After all, the scene reminded her of her past. She remembered that many years ago, she also ran out from her house and secretly cried in a nearby garden, begging a God whom she thought had existed that time to stop her parents from divorcing.

She walked to the young boy involuntarily.

"Who's there?” When he heard her approaching, he immediately lifted his head and looked at her vigilantly. As soon as he saw her, a frown immediately appeared on handsome face. “Who are you?” He thought of himself as a brave man. Hence, it was a humiliation for him to be seen crying by another person. He quickly wiped his tears away from his cheeks and lifted his head to speak to her. “I did not cry earlier. It's just that... some sand entered my eyes when I walked over.”

Myra did not expose him because she clearly understood how he felt, having experienced a similar fate herself. In an instant, she felt closer to him. Even though he was still young, he had a shadow of Tony after she looked at his face—it was highly likely that he was someone from the Hart Family. After thinking about it, she replied, “I'm lost. Can you bring me back to the fountain?”

The little boy looked at her in confusion. “Are you a guest?”

“I...guess so." Director Hart invited me here, so I guess I can be counted as a guest of the Hart Family. Myra touched her nose and pretended that she had not seen his red eyes that were swollen from crying. “I initially planned to take a stroll before going back, but this place is just too huge. So, I'm lost.”

“This is my great-grandpa’s house—of course it's large. You don't have to be embarrassed about it. I was also lost when I came here for the first time.”

Myra’s warm expression had probably lowered his defenses. He jumped down from the stairs and added, “I heard that Uncle Tony is returning tonight. You must be his guest. I like Uncle Tony, you know. Come with me—I'll bring you back to the fountain.”

With that, he immediately walked in front of her. Seeing him regain his vigor, she could not help but grin.

As the path became increasingly familiar to her, she soon returned to the fountain in no time. However, both Leo and Tony were nowhere to be seen and there were only a few security guards not far away.

“I'll accompany you here for a while. When Uncle Tony comes back, I'll leave.”

Perhaps out of his worry that she would feel lonely, he took the initiative to stay with her.

Sure enough, he's a kind child. Myra could not help but caress his hair as she remembered her mother had done the same to her back then.

The little boy's body stiffened for a while before it slowly relaxed. He turned with a tinge of hesitation in his eyes, but he still asked her, “May I know your name?”

Myra froze for a brief moment before a hint of smile appeared in her eyes. “I'm Myra Stark. M-y-r-a S-t-a-r-k. You can just call me Myra.”

“So... Are you my uncle's girlfriend?” The sparkle and curiosity in his eyes had replaced his sadness. “Nope,” she quickly replied after guessing which uncle he was referring to.

"Awwww!" He actually looked a tad bit disappointed upon hearing that.

Upon seeing his genuine expression, Myra could not resist flicking her fingers on his forehead. “You're just a kid. Do you even know what “girlfriend’ refers to?”

He felt a slight itch on his forehead after she did that, so he glared at her and kept a distance from her. “Of course! A girlfriend is... Well, no matter what, you are not my girlfriend, so I'm staying away from you!”

Myra smiled upon hearing that. How mischievous!

Just as she was about to reply, a gentle voice suddenly interrupted them. “Henry!”