Chapter 57 Stark Contrast
Luann's hand paused slightly, and she raised her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, a faint smile in their sparkling depths.
It was rare to hear Myron say so much, and it was all in her favor.
Amidst her surprise, Luann couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Is Mr. Myron trying to prevent a conflict between his mom and his wife?"
Since ancient times, the relationship between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was the most difficult thing to resolve between a couple.
However, Luann had been liked by elders since she was young, knowing when to advance and retreat, being considerate in all situations.
Myron lightly hummed in agreement.
Luann lightly stirred the unidentified dish in her bowl with her chopsticks, "Don't worry, I will handle it. I won't let you be caught in the middle."
Hearing her speak like it was just a task to be completed, a slight frown formed on Myron's forehead, but he didn't say anything.
However, he silently observed her every move and reaction.
As the weekend approached, Luann didn't show any different emotions than usual.
Myron looked at the sleeping woman beside him, feeling as though a heavy stone had settled in his heart.
He silently picked up his phone, but as soon as he turned on the screen, a message popped up.
[Brother, remember to pick me up tomorrow to meet your mother.]
Myron's brow furrowed sharply, his slender fingers quickly typing a reply on the screen.
[No time.]
Eddy called.
Myron got up and quietly left the room.
Leaning against the cold wall, the light from above cast a glow on his side profile, outlining his sharp features.
His slender fingertips held a cigarette, bringing it to his cool, thin lips.
The flame flickered and disappeared.
Myron exhaled a long, lingering smoke mist, listening to the complaining voice on the phone.
"Forgetting your brothers because you have a wife now?
"In previous years, it was always me accompanying you. I also helped you fend off your mother's crazy demands.
"So, now that you're married, you forget gratitude and loyalty?
Within Myron's dark pupils, there was no ripple, as if he couldn't be bothered to say more.
“Hmm.”
Eddy exhaled heavily, feeling stuck.
"Myron, are you afraid your wife will fall for me? "After all, I'm so handsome, so excellent. How many women throw themselves at me..."
Myron coolly interrupted him.
"Are you done?"
“I’ll go sleep after I’m done.”
Eddy shouted on the other end in frustration, "Hey, this is crap! Do you think you can hide it forever? You make it seem like I'm not even on your mother's invitation list for the Nash family."
Myron's lips parted slightly, about to respond, when suddenly the bedroom door next to him was pulled open.
Luann stood barefoot at the doorway, still sleepy-eyed.
She poked her head out, yawned, eyes filled with mist, her voice soft and tender, slightly lacking awareness.
"So late, why aren't you sleeping?"
Eddy, listening through the phone, could hear it crystal clear, as if injected with energy.
"This voice is so adorable! Such a contrast in character?"
When Luann was on stage, she exuded a cold and proud aura, giving off a queen-like presence that pushed people away. But privately, she turned out to be an endearing little kitten. How many men would be able to say no to a woman like her?
Myron decisively hung up the phone.
“Right away.”
Luann wrinkled her brows, slightly irritated by the smell of smoke.
"Did I disturb you?" Myron noticed her expression, casually extinguished the almost finished cigarette, and crushed it in the ashtray with his slender fingertips.
“I just woke up.”
Luann finished speaking and turned back into the room, going back to bed. Myron quickly followed. But when he tried to hold Luann, she moved away slightly and created some distance between them.
"What's wrong?" Myron asked in confusion. Luann rubbed her nose and buried her head in the soft pillow.
"It's nothing, just go to sleep."
Early the next morning, Myron woke Luann up. After she finished washing up, Myron picked up an evening gown and placed it in front of her.
"Wear this."
Luann glanced at it, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.
“Can I choose myself? There are many dresses at home.”
Myron could hear her defiance in her words, and his gaze swept over the gown a few times.
“Don’t like it?”
He had specially rushed the tailor to make it this week, knowing that a girl of Luann's age wouldn't like something overly conservative and rigid. He even sought the designer's opinion, having it custom-made for Luann.
Luann remained silent for a while, then smiled and raised her eyebrows.
"Wait, do you want your wife to be stared at by other men?"
Myron: “…”
Why was her question not what he had imagined?
But...
She is very self-aware.
Luann opened the wardrobe and casually picked a light blue evening gown, understated yet eye-catching.
"Can I wear this?"
Myron didn't insist and nodded gently.
After he left, Luann sat in front of the mirror and leisurely took off her pajamas and put on the gown.
She deliberately concealed her right leg, which extended to reveal a scar that was about 20 centimeters long, like a burn mark.
Although the scar wasn't particularly large, it still affected the beauty of her long legs.
Luann's fingers gently touched the area that no longer hurt, and a shallow sorrow flickered in her almond eyes.
After changing into the gown and applying light makeup, Luann left with Myron for the old mansion.
On the way, Luann's phone kept ringing. She took it out and glanced at it; it was Holly encouraging and cheering her on.
[Your first meeting with your mother-in-law must be sweet! You are so beautiful, your mother-in-law will surely like you, don't be nervous!]
Myron caught a glimpse of those words from the corner of his eye. He repeated them.
“No need to be nervous.”
Luann locked her phone screen, and a calm expression filled her beautiful features, as if she was just going out for a casual meal.
“Yes, I know.”
It took nearly an hour to reach the halfway point of the mountain where the mansion was located. The old mansion was majestic and grand, clearly the result of years of management and inheritance. Many cars had already parked on the red carpet at the entrance, and the guests who came to attend the event greeted each other. The driver slowed down, afraid of colliding with the distinguished guests who arrived from unknown households.
Myron's voice was cold and stern, "Drive over."
Following his orders, the driver stepped on the gas pedal and rushed forward. Startled, others made way, no longer daring to block the entrance. After the car came to a halt, people were whispering among themselves.
"Who is this? So arrogant!"
“Who else could it be? Just by looking at the license plate, we know he’s a young master of
the Curtis family."
"Hey, can you imagine how he thinks? His image is ruined like that, yet he shows up and embarrasses himself on such an important occasion."
