FULL NOVELXO Chapter 112
Sebastian had been squatting around since mid-afternoon as he was afraid that he would miss out on the opportunity to bump into Myra otherwise. Since he had even forced himself to skip dinner just to stay around, he felt his tummy rumbling. As he watched the hour hand of his watch turn toward 9.00PM, he started to feel rather displeased. Hmph, she's a woman who stays out late at night! Terrible! Right as he was mumbling to himself under his breath, he heard the ding of the elevator. His eyes immediately lit up without him realizing it himself.
Myra felt completely exhausted as she dragged her body out of the elevator. She was startled when she saw Sebastian standing right in front of her. The building she stayed in had extremely high security; the management wouldn't usually allow for strangers to enter as they pleased. But this man... Myra felt her entire body tensing up. Isn't he Tony's grandfather, Old Master Hart? I saw him once during his birthday feast on the luxurious yacht. What is he doing here? Does he know something about me? Or did he find out about the rumors of me leaking private information to Hart Group?
Sebastian quickly realized the wary gaze in Myra's eyes; this gave him a boost in confidence. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked as he straightened his body. He perked up his lips as he gave Myra a look.
She froze for a moment as she was too stunned to react to him then. The old man continued to glare at her face before he knitted his brows together. "Who did you get into a fight with?" She obviously got those injuries on her face because she fought with someone. "You're a grown woman; how could you still get into fights with others?! How ridiculous!" I'm giving her a bad rating for this! Sebastian continued with his negative evaluation of the woman as he waited for her to open her door anxiously.
Myra seemed rather embarrassed upon hearing his comment. "There were some issues with the Sunny Bay Project yesterday. I was... hit by the workers there..."
"You were hit by the workers?" Sebastian studied all the injuries on her face again. How hard must they have hit her for her to end up like this?! Now, I'm starting to think that my own grandson might be the unreliable one here. Why didn't he protect his own woman?! "Why did you go to the construction site all by yourself? Have you applied some medication to your wounds? Did you make a police report? Were things cleared up with the workers?" Sebastian had some hidden potential when it came to nagging others.
For some reason, Myra only felt more embarrassed when she recognized the hint of concern in the old man's voice. She quickly nodded her head. "The report was made, and I got my wounds treated. The workers were just rioting at the construction site, so things will be settled soon."
After nodding for a moment, Sebastian then frowned as he realized something. "Did you say that this was for the Sunny Bay Project?" He felt like he had heard the name somewhere. Isn't that the name of the project that Mark was talking about when we last chatted? I even misunderstood the relationship between Tony and that girl from the Hay Family then; it seems like... "Ah, you're the one!" Sebastian uttered abruptly.
Myra felt more awkward than ever. For the entire duration of their meeting, Sebastian had been talking to her as if he had known her for a long time. Yet, all his words didn't seem to make any sense to her. Furthermore, she was certain that she had never spoken to the old man in the past.
"All right. Can you invite me in for a cup of tea now?" Sebastian addressed Myra once more; he had successfully obtained some details about his own grandson. Meanwhile, Myra had no choice but to open her door before inviting the old man in. All of the members of the Hart Family seemed pretty kind to her, so she didn't feel the need to be especially vigilant toward them.
The moment Sebastian stepped into Myra's apartment, he began to inspect the entire place. I'm a picky man, but I do agree that the design of this place is pretty decent. It also looks like someone must clean the place regularly as it seems tidy and spotless.
Myra hastily pulled out a pair of indoor slippers for the old man as he waited at the entrance corridor. However, he frowned when he saw that it was a pair of female slippers. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming over; I only have female slippers here," she said sheepishly. Myra didn't realize anything special about her words-she simply hadn't had the time to prepare anything else since she had just left Chase Residence and moved into her new place a while ago. However, Sebastian perceived her words differently. This indirectly tells me that she has never brought any other men home. It seems like her personal life is a healthy and proper one. With that, the old man concealed the look of disdain on his face as he put his indoor slippers on and walked into the house.
Myra had only moved into the apartment for a short while, so there weren't traces of any other people's belongings in her unit. Sebastian quickly concluded that she wasn't lying to him after he took a quick tour around the apartment. She couldn't have known that I was going to show up here today, right? This inspection has really provided me with some important information. Sebastian nodded his head continuously. After an entire afternoon of running around outdoors without taking any meals, Myra felt her tummy growling now that she was home. "Would you like to stay for dinner, Old Master Hart? I'm afraid pasta is all I can serve for dinner, though," said Myra as she spoke to the old man beside her casually. Pasta was the only food she had in the fridge.
Sebastian was initially displeased by the idea, but he gave it a little more thought. My grandson is still chasing after this girl, so he probably hasn't tried her cooking, right? The old man felt rather proud of being offered a meal then. However, he only knitted his brows as he turned toward Myra. "Don't expect me to eat it if it doesn't taste good," he uttered with an arrogant look on his face.
For some reason, Myra felt a smile creeping onto her face after she heard the old man's words. He probably doesn't realize how childish he sounds right now, she thought as she simply nodded and walked into the kitchen. She didn't have a lot of ingredients, but she had the basics-beef, eggs, spinach, and so on. After some contemplation, Myra decided that she would prepare some minced beef along with the pasta.
She prepared the dish and poured the gravy on top of the pasta before bringing it out. Sebastian was looking around her study right then. "Dinner's ready," she said as she stuck her head into her study and called for the old man.
He had been going through her study with the hopes of digging some information out of it. But after going through the entire place, all he found were her work documents or project-related files. This girl is clearly a workaholic! I've also found her full name I really like how it sounds. Myra Stark. Myra Stark... Myra's a name derived from olden days; it translates to 'sweet and gentle'... That's how women are supposed to be...
Once he heard Myra calling for him, he quickly straightened himself before he strode out and went to the dining area. He could already smell the mouth-watering scent before he even entered the area; it only made him more excited to dig in as he was already starving then. However, he was careful not to reveal his emotions. Instead, he put on a blank expression as he stared at the dish in front of him. "Why did you give me so much food? Do you think you're feeding a pig?"
Myra blushed. "No... I was afraid that it wouldn't be enough for you, so I..."
"All right, I was just kidding. Look at you-your face is all red. Someone who doesn't know better might even think that I'm bullying you." He interrupted her words and waved it off before he sat down. Before he started to eat, his gaze flickered all around the room as he pulled his phone out and snapped an image of the food. Then, he began to eat.
The old man felt embarrassed once he finished all the pasta on his plate. He had accidentally finished the entire meal after he referred to it as a portion meant for a pig earlier. Moreover... He looked as if he was about to drool when he addressed Myra after the meal. "Do you have more food, Myra?" She stared at him speechlessly.
Just before she sent him out after dinner, he turned around to ask her a question. "What's your Messenger contact number?"
Myra had spent the entire night dealing with the old man's eccentric personality-she immediately gave her number to him as she knew that there would be no point trying to avoid his question. He typed her number as he walked out of her unit. "I've added you on Messenger; don't forget to accept my request later." He gave Myra a final reminder as she sent him into the elevator.