Semua Bab Standing before love : Bab 401 - Bab 410

The car was driven smoothly on the road and soon came to a stop at the entrance of Hart Residence. As Heather was always thoughtful, she had brought along some gifts out of courtesy. She lifted her head to marvel at the residence. It was an unpretentious and humble mansion. Indeed, the Hart Family didn’t need a glamorous appearance to attract the others. From the moment Heather got out of the car, she had been wearing a standard, courteous smile as if she was here to attend an important banquet. “Relax. You’re making me nervous too with that serious look,” Myra murmured next to Heather’s ear. “I don’t dare to ease up because I don’t want to embarrass you,” Heather said decorously while still wearing a smile on her face. Just then, Tony came out to welcome them and took Myra’s hand from Heather. Then, they intertwined their fingers, so Heather inevitably had to witness their public display of affection. “Welcome to Hart Manor,” Tony said amiably. He sincerely wanted to establish a

These days, Heather had been extra concerned about Stark Group, more so than Myra herself. She put aside her work on her start-up business and even went to see Myra at Stark Tower. In the office, Myra was focused on the documents in her hands, while Heather was on the couch looking at the paperwork with a frown. In fact, her expression was more grim than Myra’s. “Heather, why are you so concerned about Stark Group?” Myra finally couldn’t hold back. Her unusual behavior was baffling. Clutching the paper in her hands, Heather had an intimidating look in her eyes. Not knowing what she was actually looking at, Myra was a little confused by her unstable breathing. “What did you say?” Heather didn’t hear what she said at all. “You’ve been acting weird lately, Heather. I don’t want you to get involved in this mess.” Myra put down the sheet in her hands and gazed at Heather with a grim expression. Beyond the window, the wind was howling and the weather was gloomy and depressing. Because

It was the next day. Chimes of the windbell hanging from the ceiling could be heard as rays of sunlight shone into the room. As the wind gently blew, strands of Heather’s hair danced in the wind. She even looked gorgeous when she was asleep. Lowering his head to take a look at his watch, Matthias began to contemplate whether he had overdosed her with drugs seeing that she hadn’t woken up yet. He donned a neat suit that didn’t have a trace of wrinkle on it. He was gazing deeply at the woman who was still unconscious. Heather never thought that he would drug her yesterday, and Matthias only won because he had the element of surprise. As if on cue, she started to move. It was evident that she was suffering from a bad migraine as she woke up. Obviously, the drug had a strong effect. Rubbing her temples, she felt like her body had been hit by a truck. Waking up feeling extremely groggy, the first thing she saw was Matthias’ unwavering gaze at herself. Out of instinct, she calmly took a l

When the car rolled to a stop outside Skylark Tower, Matthias stepped out of the vehicle and chivalrously opened the door for Heather. It was as though he had become an entirely different person since leaving the house. “I suppose you have some twisted plan in the works, Director Locke, seeing as you’re putting in this much effort,” she pointed out darkly. The alarm bells went off in her head and she had a feeling that something was wrong, but she knew it was too late for her to turn around and make a run for it. “Afraid of wicked schemes?” He smirked in amusement and there was an intimate edge to his gestures. “Better to be safe than sorry, right? I’d rather have my guard up around you,” Heather answered curtly, though she berated herself for being so impulsive earlier; it made it harder for her to get off her high horse. Matthias offered her his arm, silently indicating for her to take it. She shot him a quizzical look and muttered, “Surely there’s no need for us to put up such a

On the way to the restaurant, Heather and Nikolai held hands and engaged in cheerful banter. Matthias, on the other hand, was sullen as he trudged along behind them. He felt as if he was caught in the middle and he could neither interject nor ignore them. It wasn’t as though he could pull Heather away from his own cousin—that would look bad on him, not to mention unreasonably rude. Upon entering the Italian restaurant, Heather and Nikolai sat on one side of the table, while Matthias took the seat across from theirs. He eyed them darkly as he grumbled to himself, Is she always this chummy with the people she’s interested in? Throwing her a disgruntled look, Matthias could tell that she was shedding the presence in front of Nikolai. When the waiter came to give them the menu, the latter looked up and upon seeing the baleful gleam in his cousin’s eyes, he quickly widened the gap between Heather and himself. He slid the menu toward her and said courteously, “Miss Heather, you can have t