Chapter 313 Never Employed Again
Upper West Side International Airport.
The first-class passengers disembarked first.
Luann, feeling tired, yawned, leaning half of her body against Myron. Her slender waist was embraced by his strong and powerful hands.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Myron gently asked, lowering his head.
Luann shook her head softly, her voice gentle and tender, "No need, the airport exit isn't far anyway."
"Alright."
However, as they reached the exit, a group of reporters and onlookers suddenly crowded around outside, pushing desperately to get closer.
The sudden scene caught Luann and Myron off guard.
"It's Avoida!"
"Avoida!"
"Ethan looks so handsome!"
Many people rushed over here from other cities upon hearing about their return, waiting at the airport for hours.
Without bodyguards by their side, fans and reporters inevitably were pushed and jostled aggressively.
Myron swiftly wrapped Luann in his coat, shielding her as they moved forward.
Reporters raised their cameras high, snapping away desperately.
As Luann looked up, the glaring flashes suddenly went off.
The intense light made her squint.
Before Luann could react, the flashes continued from all angles.
Ordinary people couldn't bear such dazzling light.
Luann only saw flashes of white light, everything around her turning bright white.
Myron's expression turned cold instantly. He quickly covered Luann's eyes with his hands, a sharp aura spreading to every corner.
"Get back!"
The crowd shuddered in fear. Some sensible fans silently stepped back, giving them some space.
However, some unethical reporters took the opportunity to rush forward, thrusting microphones towards Luann's face.
Luann couldn't dodge in time and was unexpectedly hit on the forehead by the equipment.
She hurt! Although blood was shed, it turned red.
Myron's pupils tightened in pain, he pulled Luann behind him. Then with a swift motion; he knocked the expensive camera to the ground.
Now, those reporters who were still eager to act looked at each other and didn't dare to approach again.
Myron coldly stated, "600 feet from the exit, someone will contact you for compensation."
"Now, get lost!"
Seemingly intimidated by Myron's imposing demeanor, the crowd no longer dared to act recklessly; instead, they automatically split into two lines, allowing them to pass through.
Once in the car, Myron immediately checked Luann's forehead with concern.
"Is it red? Does it hurt?"
Luann gently touched it. "A bit."
"Don't move. Let me cool it down for you." Myron leaned in.
Eddy quietly turned from the passenger seat, "Am I invisible to you two?"
Ignoring Eddy, Myron took out a small first aid kit from the car, applying ointment to Luann's forehead.
Eddy's mouth twitched, "Myron, she's a person, not a porcelain doll. A bump won't hurt her."
Myron snapped his hand, raised the partition in the middle and blocked out all the sights and sounds.
Eddy, feeling resentful, knocked on it forcefully, "So, did I come all the way here for nothing? Can’t I even be a background prop? At least I paid for the camera you smashed just now, can’t you show me some respect okay?"
"You're out of line!"
Myron took out an eye mask, helping Luann put it on.
"Close your eyes and rest, we'll be home soon."
"Okay."
Drowsily, Luann actually fell asleep.
Online, a trending topic was rapidly gaining attention.
#Myron Protective of His Wife#
#Unethical Reporters Disrespect Privacy#
At home, waiting for their return, Holly came across this news and couldn't help but click on it.
It was the scene that had just unfolded at the airport.
[Some reporters nowadays have no shame at all.]
[I hate it when people use flashlights. Do they want to blind people?]
[I swear, can these people who blinded Luann's eyes play the piano or draw after this?]
[Myron is so domineering!]
[I wouldn't compensate if I were asked.]
[Myron posted on Facebook! Go check it out!]
People rushed in and indeed, a minute ago, Myron had posted.
Luann's husband: [Luann is open to any formal interviews. But under today's circumstances, I don't want to see a repeat.]
[Such a protective husband, love it.]
[Those who called Myron a freeloader should get out! If you're so capable, why don't you step up?]
[The one who complains the most online is probably the weakest in reality.]
Five minutes later.
Eight media companies laid off workers, vowing never to rehire them in the industry. Some people investigated quietly and found out.
[The dismissed ones were reporters who constantly used flashlights and pushed forward aggressively.]
[The others didn't face any consequences. It seems Myron won't involve innocent people.]
[Sixty-seven flashes in total, I wish I could press these reporters' heads against the camera lens and let them try it themselves.]
After watching the entire incident, Holly snorted lightly.
"At least this Myron knows how to stand up for my Luann."
"She's mine, not yours." His cold tone interrupted her without hesitation.
Holly stood up and saw Myron carrying Luann in.
Luann nestled in Myron's arms like a little cat, looking a bit unwell.
"What's wrong with her?"
"It's her time of the month, not feeling well." Myron replied calmly.
Holly counted on her fingers. "Indeed, take Luann upstairs to rest."
Myron nodded; carrying Luann upstairs, helping her change clothes, take off her shoes, and tuck her in.
The room temperature was just right.
"Have some medicine before sleeping. It's good for your body." Myron softly handed her a glass of water.
"I don't want to get up, just like this." Luann lazily replied.
Myron fell silent for a moment, taking a sip from the bowl himself.
Then, he lowered his head, grasped Luann's chin, and kissed her deeply.
