Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me

Chapter 373

“It’s alright. I can understand that Tony didn’t tell you beforehand because he wants to surprise you,”

Jean-Jacques said in his prominent French accent as he smiled graciously. “Please take a seat. By the

way, I know that you’re pregnant, so I ordered a glass of milk for you, and a cup of coffee for Tony.”

Right after he said that, the waiter came in and placed the milk and coffee in front of Myra and Tony

respectively.

Smirking, Tony said, “You’re rather attentive toward my fiancée. So how are things going with what I

asked of you?”

Looking at the both of them in confusion, Myra then saw Jean-Jacques giving herself a friendly smile

as he said, “Of course I’ll make it a priority to finish your request first. Look, this is the diamond bracelet

I personally crafted for Miss Stark.”

From a bag next to him, Jean-Jacques took out a red velvet box as Tony raised his brows. With a grin,

he passed the box to Myra and explained, “Well, this is my personal gift for you, Miss Stark. I’m aware

that you like silver jewelry. This bracelet is made out of silver and I personally cut the small diamonds

that decorated it. I wonder if you’ll like it, Miss Stark.”

After opening the box, Myra saw a bracelet lying in it, and she had to admit that his design was

ingenious. Despite the fact that it was such an ordinary silver bracelet, he was able to make it really

exquisite. The chain itself was very fine, and the tiny diamonds sitting firmly on it didn’t appear either

too cumbersome nor extravagant.

“Wow, thank you, Mr. Blanc! I like it very much!” Myra exclaimed as she took the box from him and

flashed him a brilliant smile.

Raising his brows, Jean-Jacques said, “You’re a very beautiful woman, Miss Stark. Even I feel a little

attracted when you smile at me like that. It’s no wonder that Tony is so in love with you.”

Everything he said was purely a compliment for Myra stemming from his deep-rooted romanticism as a

French, and it didn’t feel repulsive in any way.

However, Tony pulled her into his arms possessively and cast him a look. “You know full well that I’m so

in love with her, so you’d better stop staring at her.”

“Oh, you’re jealous. How rare to see you like this!” Jean-Jacques said jokingly.

Blushing, Myra lowered her head and punched Tony’s chest lightly, but he merely smiled gently and

caught her fist in his hand.

The three of them continued chatting for a while, and it was revealed that Jean-Jacques made a trip to

Bradfort this time because he wanted to have a chat with Myra personally as Tony had requested him

to design a few pieces of jewelry for her. As an artist who was also a perfectionist, he wanted to learn

about her habits and hobbies so that he could incorporate it perfectly into his designs for her.

When it was about time, Jean-Jacques said to the both of them in a sad tone, “You’re the most

interesting and sickly-sweet couple I’ve ever met!”

Then, he burst into a chuckle. Throughout the whole time, he saw that Tony’s eyes never left Myra, as

though he simply couldn’t get enough of her. This was very different from the aloof and indifferent man

that he knew from before.

While Myra was embarrassed, what Tony said next left the both of them speechless. Calmly, he said

with raised brows, “That’s because you haven’t met a lot of people, Mr. Blanc.”

At the entrance of the coffee house, after they said goodbye to Jean-Jacques, Tony went to drive the

car over while Myra waited at the entrance for him.

The lights in the streets had just lit up, but the evening sky wasn’t completely dark yet. Waiting patiently

at the entrance, Myra smiled gently as she felt her belly. Then, she said something that was only

audible to herself, and the smile on her face became even more gentle.

However, this gentle smile pierced Gemma’s heart deeply.

Once Tony fell in love with a woman, he would spoil her in every way. Just looking at how happy Myra

was right now was proof to that, but all these once belonged to her! A wave of painful emotions washed

over her, and she held her palms into tight fists in agony.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her, saying, “Miss Stark is so beautiful and gentle. It’s no wonder

Diretor Hart likes her.” It was Ernie who had come from behind her.

The next second, Gemma’s face darkened. “Didn’t you say that you’ll be sending me back? Quickly

drive the car over. It’s already so late now.”

With a vague smirk on his face, Ernie simply went toward the parking lot without starting an argument

with her. When he had left the spot, Gemma’s face turned stone cold and she marched toward Myra,

who saw her when she was close to the coffee house entrance.

Seeing her head which was wrapped in a scarf, Myra froze for a moment, but she could immediately

guess who the woman walking toward herself was. Reflexively, she took a couple of steps to the side,

but Gemma was obviously coming for her. Myra squinted her eyes, for she was unable to see the

expression on Gemma; all she could see were eyes filled with hatred and envy. Somewhat worried, she

pursed her lips.

“What a coincidence, Miss Stark. I can even bump into you on the one day when I get out of the

hospital. You really follow me wherever I go!” Gemma started speaking in a snide tone.

Furrowing her brows tightly, Myra said curtly, “Hi, Gemma.”

“Why are you here? Are you here to have coffee with Director Hart? I remember that you’re pregnant

though. Do you still dare to drink coffee? Aren’t you afraid of losing your child, the bargaining chip to

marry into the Hart Family?” Her voice was a little high-pitched, and it immediately drew the attention of

passersby around the coffee house.

Subconsciously, Myra placed a hand over her baby in her belly, protecting it as she wanted to walk

away.

All of a sudden, Gemma grabbed her by her arm and said in a cold voice, “Don’t go. This is a rare

chance for us to meet up, so let’s have a good chat.”

Jerking her hand away, Myra said, “I have nothing to talk about with you.”

Myra knew that Gemma was a paranoid lunatic, so she didn’t want to have an argument with her right

now.

“Are you looking down on me because you’re about to become Mrs. Hart?” Gemma’s voice had turned

colder and it carried sarcasm as she suddenly came close to her ears and whispered in a cold-blooded

manner, “Have you seen what I’ve become now, Myra? Thanks to you, my face is disfigured, but don’t

you get happy too soon. One fine day, I’ll have my revenge on you for everything I’m going through

now!”

“You must be crazy!” Myra exclaimed, her brows knitted together fiercely. With a sullen look, she said,

“You’re only reaping what you sowed for the fact that your face is disfigured. You wanted to run over

Tony, but God is fair and you got your just desserts! You should count your blessings that the Harts

decided not to pursue this matter to the end, Gemma Walton!”

“The reason the Harts didn’t pursue this matter to the end is because my family is strong,” Gemma

spat, her eyes filled with hatred. “Just you wait. Your happy days won’t remain for long!”

With that, she glared viciously at Myra and suddenly reached out her hand to give the latter a strong

push. As they were standing on a step, Myra couldn’t dodge in time and she was shoved off the step by

her hard push. As a result, she fell to the ground. She panicked, and subconsciously reached out to

protect her baby, but the fall she was expecting didn’t happen.

A familiar yet foreign smell drifted into Myra’s nose, and she jerked her head up in surprise to see Sean

looking at Gemma with icy cold eyes. “Miss Walton, are you harming another person on the streets

publicly because you’re worried that the people of Bradfort hadn’t seen enough of your viciousness?

Are you simply begging to be sent to a mental institution?”

Everyone knew that the Harts were unable to pursue the case where Gemma tried to run over Tony

deliberately because of a psychiatric assessment, which stated that she was suffering from

schizophrenia. Now, the way Sean was directly pointing out her schizophrenia could have her sent to a

mental institution!

Clearly, Gemma knew about this point as well, because her family had all warned her about it before.

However, she simply couldn’t take it anymore when she saw Myra earlier, and she could feel her blood Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

boil all over.