Chapter 222 Please, I'm Begging You
An hour earlier, in the Curtis family study.
"Amanda?" Luann Weaver nodded. "What do you know about her?" As the leading family of Westland's four major families, the Curtis family was expected to have comprehensive information on the other families. Myron Curtis, reclining on the sofa, listened to the name that was neither entirely familiar nor entirely strange to him, his expression unreadable. "I don't know her." "Apart from you, I don't take an interest in other women." Luann Weaver's cheeks turned slightly red as she watched Myron's handsome face, scolding him lightly, "I'm being serious here." "It's the truth," Myron Curtis insisted. Before meeting Luann Weaver, he indeed hadn't paid any attention to other women.
Luann sighed helplessly, "Then let me give you a task. Could you have someone dig up some information on Amanda?" Myron Curtis stood up and walked over to the computer. "I have control over the information of every member of the other families. I'll retrieve and print it out for you right away." "Give me two minutes." He sat down dominantly in his chair, his posture perfectly aligned with the backrest. His well-defined, slender hands rested on the mouse, idly clicking a few times. The printer beside him immediately began making soft noises.
Luann Weaver thought for a moment, then added, "And print out Eddy's information as well, please." Myron's fingertips quivered slightly as he looked up, his eyes brimming with a touch of jealousy. "Are you that interested in him?" Luann shook her head, "No, I want to understand Amanda and Eddy." A flicker of cold light passed through the depths of Myron's dark eyes. "Today, Holly took me to interfere with her date with Eddy. Given the equal standing of the White and Nash families, Amanda really shouldn't have approached us in private like this." "It's strange. For a girl to go after a man she knows is already taken. Anyone would feel like they had been the butt of some joke.”
The White family was flourishing on their own now; they didn't need to latch onto the Nash family for anything.
Besides, Julie knew all too well about Eddy's messy romantic history over the years.
It was pretty clear.
"It's possible that Amanda might be into Eddy."
Myron Curtis looked taken aback. "That doesn't make sense."
"I've spent a lot of time around Eddy and have met almost all of the women he's hung out with."
"Amanda, she's never been on the radar."
Luann Weaver remarked with a nonchalant shrug.
"That's why I'm delving into their backgrounds, to uncover if there's something we're not aware of," she explained.
After a brief silence, Myron Curtis suggested, "Perhaps it’s best to simply ask Eddy directly."
A mischievous smile played at the corners of Luann’s lips..
"Are you sure?"
"I doubt he can't even remember the name of his last girlfriend."
As they conversed, Amanda's profile printed out.
Luann picked it up and glanced over it. Amanda had lived a methodical and calm life for over two decades—attending school, acquiring skills, and steering clear of any parental headaches.
"She topped her class from elementary through middle school to high school," Luann murmured.
"I can't speak for other schools, but isn't Ocean University just your run-of-the-mill college?" Myron questioned.
"With Amanda's record, she could have easily gotten into Harvard."
Myron leaned in to have a closer look.
"You're right."
"Amanda attended the same elementary, middle school, high school, and university as Eddy."
Luann blinked.
"Does that mean they're alumni?" she pondered.
Myron shook his head. "Not sure."
"If Amanda really does like Eddy, she'd definitely show up at the Nash's," Luann pondered. "Why don't you go check it out, Myron?"
Myron frowned, rejecting the idea.
"No way."
He had no interest in meddling in other people's affairs.
Moreover, Holly Weiss had been quite a nuisance, repeatedly taking Luann away, leaving him with no time to spend with his wife.
Luann caught his hand and swayed it playfully, cooing, "Please, you're the best at this. If you won't, no one else can sort it out."
Her eyes, innocent yet shimmering moisture, had a softening effect on anyone who gazed into them.
Myron Curtis averted his gaze, unwilling to let Luann Weaver's coquettish charm breach his principles.
Luann cupped his face gently with both hands.
"Why are you ignoring me?" she pouted.
Pridefully, Myron looked up.
She bit her lip teasingly, standing on tiptoes, and playfully nipped at his neck.
"Please, darling," she implored.
A buzz ran through Myron's mind. He wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, gripping her with significant force.
"What did you call me?" he demanded.
"Say it again."
His usually steady voice quivered slightly.
It wasn't that he hadn't heard Luann call him that before. Back then, though, she didn't really care for him. Those words hadn’t been spoken with sincerity, so naturally, they hadn’t stirred such a reaction.
With a teasing laugh and the glimmer of mischief in her eyes, Luann exuded a warmth that enveloped between them, her smile enticingly curved.
"Not gonna say it."
His eyes darkened, and he pressed a deep kiss onto her lips.
When their lips parted...
Luann melted into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes were slightly glazed over and tinged with red, while her bold red lips seemed to defy restraint.
Gazing at the stunning woman in his arms, Myron couldn't help but lean in once more.
But Luann placed a finger over his lips.
"Is it all about taking advantage without helping?" she chided.
"That's not the way to handle business."
He cleared his throat. "Alright, since my lady has asked, I suppose I can't refuse."
"But when I get back, you owe me a proper reward."
Luann nodded decisively. "Deal!"
Seamlessly, she fetched his coat from the rack and helped him on with it, her touch gentle.
She then took note of his scar and carefully concealed it with a patch.
"Not bad."
Looking at Myron's suddenly less dashing appearance, a complete mix of emotions stirred in Luann’s heart. She actually wished that others could see Myron's true face. Perhaps then they would stop slandering him behind his back.
But if his real face ever got out, surely many women would try to get close to him.
"I'm off," Myron said, picking up his car keys.
Luann pinched his cheek, tilting her head with a light chuckle, the picture of a sweet wife waiting for her husband's return.
"Make it quick," she said.
As Myron Curtis reversed his car out of the driveway, he rolled down the window, extended his arm, and gave Luann Weaver a casual wave before driving off.
