Chapter 190 Falling Right into His Arms
The RH auction ended swiftly.
It caused quite a stir online, yet no one mentioned the Pink Star affair – a secret that remained tightly kept.
Luann Weaver enjoyed a rare couple of days of leisure.
Hearing that Myron Curtis was coming back to America, she went to the airport to pick him up.
Arriving at the airport, she soon saw Myron Curtis walking out of the private passage.
Luann rushed to him and gave his suitcase a pat.
"Did you bring me any presents?"
Myron looked down at her as she tried to meet his gaze on tiptoes and patted her soft hair.
"What kind of present would you like?"
Luann pouted, clearly dissatisfied with his question in return. "Who asks what you want as a present? That's not very thoughtful."
Myron felt a wave of tenderness as he watched her sulk. Bending down, he wrapped his right arm around Luann's slender waist. Amidst her yelps of surprise, he easily lifted her with one hand and placed her atop the suitcase.
"I did get you something. You’ll see when we get back."
"Sit tight."
Luann nodded obediently and settled herself on the suitcase, which Myron began to pull along.
"Myron Curtis..." she called out softly.
"Yes?" he responded, his voice deep and resonant behind her.
She couldn't see his face.
Shaking her head slightly, Luann whispered again, "Nothing."
Just feeling a little bit...
I missed you.
The driver opened the car door for her.
To my surprise, there was an uninvited guest sitting in the passenger seat.
"Hey, big bro," Alvin greeted with a wave.
Myron ushered Luann Weaver into the car, sat next to her, and coolly asked, "What brings you here?"
"That tone... doesn't sound too welcoming, does it?"
"If you're aware of that, good," Myron replied indifferently.
Alvin touched his nose, looking wronged, then turned away in silence.
On the way home, Luann kept yawning, eventually leaning against Myron and dozing off.
Myron looked at her weary figure and gently put earbuds in her ears, then asked, "Has she been sleeping poorly recently?"
"Man, we've been up all night playing video games," Alvin admitted without hesitation.
Myron shot him an icy glare.
"Cough, it wasn't me who insisted on playing, she dragged me into it."
"She said you'd be back soon and would keep her from staying up late again; last night was our last hurrah..."
Myron flicked Luann's smooth forehead lightly.
"The little rascal can be quite mischievous."
Alvin got goosebumps from Myron's affectionate words.
Upon reaching the villa, Alvin consciously stayed in the car, asking the driver to take him back home.
Myron carried Luann upstairs and laid her gently on the bed.
But she suddenly woke up.
"Are we here?"
Rubbing her eyes, Luann sat up, "I want to pick out the gift myself."
With that, she hopped out of bed, tipped over her suitcase, and rummaged through it.
After emptying its contents, there wasn't a gift box in sight.
"Myron, you tricked me!"
"I didn't trick you," he said, watching her pout.
Luann's face was irresistible, and he pinched her cheek softly.
"Where's my gift, then?"
"Do you really want it?"
"Of course, I do."
"Then, you need to agree to something first."
She swatted his hand away and eyed him skeptically, "You're not scheming something again, are you? Bribing me for favors with gifts?"
"Maybe," Myron chuckled softly to himself.
A silent thought followed.
Negotiation is second nature to a businessman like Myron.
"Give it here."
"I can't give it to you just yet."
Confused, Luann said, "I see what's happening; you're just toying with me..."
Myron Curtis stepped out of the room.
John was waiting right outside the door.
"The young master has returned."
With a noncommittal grunt, Myron made his way into the study.
Quick on his heels, John handed him a stack of books.
"Why did you want these... fairy tales?"
It couldn't be that Myron was indulging a playful whim, simply wanting to read them for leisure, could it?
Taking the books, Myron flipped through the index. When he saw stories he'd never heard of, he nodded in satisfaction.
"That little rascal always resists bedtime. Maybe spinning a few tales will coax her to sleep."
Last time, he'd racked his brain just to concoct one fairy tale. It was high time he expanded his collection.
John, observing the rare gentle smile on Myron's face, couldn't help but mirror the expression, genuinely happy for him.
Ever since learning of Myron’s intentions to marry, John had been fretting daily.
He was afraid the relationship between Myron and his future wife might become strained.
But against all odds, Myron seemed genuinely fond of Luann Weaver.
Finally, Myron wouldn't be alone; he'd have someone by his side.
"She isn’t the money-grubbing type. She's beautiful, with a kind heart, too," John remarked.
"After all these years, aside from those who are closest to you, she must be the only one who accepts you without reservation," he added.
"Maybe when the time is right, you could reveal your true self to her."
Myron hummed in agreement.
"She's clever. She probably suspects already."
"Indeed, she's very perceptive."
"Yeah, you can go now."
After reading for a bit, Myron called Eddy to remind him of the arrangements needed for the evening.
However, Eddy expressed his helplessness. "Bro, I'd help if I could, but I'm tied up…"
"Holly Weiss is sticking to me like glue lately. Perhaps she's realized my worth."
"Gotta go, she's back."
As Eddy set down his phone, Holly Weiss came bounding over with two coffees in hand.
"Here, this one's for you."
Accepting the drink with a grimace, Eddy said, "My dear, I've been your shopping partner for days now, bought everything we possibly could. Can you let me off the hook after this?"
"Sure, but I'll go wherever you go."
Holly linked her arm firmly through Eddy's as if worried he'd escape.
With a forlorn sigh, Eddy asked, "What do you want from me, really?"
At that, Holly straightened up, her gaze challenging as she looked up at the tall, lean figure of the man before her.
"I might ask you the same. Weren't you the one coming onto me?"
"Now that I'm giving you a chance, you're backing out?"
Eddy pulled back from her grasp and said, "Let's take a rain check on that."
The whole ordeal with Alvin Taylor had left Eddy almost haunted by the very thought of relationships with anyone at this point.
He'd even skipped his nightly haunt at the local bar, which was unprecedented.
"Eddy, come on man! A lady throws herself at you and you’re running away?" his buddy ribbed him.
"It's not like she's throwing herself at..." Eddy couldn't finish his sentence before the petite woman suddenly launched herself into his arms, holding him tight.
