Chapter 93 Carrying Her Home
The surrounding noise disappeared from Luann's ears, leaving only the strong and forceful sound of her racing heart.
It was as if only the two of them remained. Luann stared blankly, her breathing uneven and her mind lost in a whirlwind of emotions caused by the kiss.
After an unknown amount of time, Myron finally released her. With satisfaction, he gazed at Luann’s reddened and watery black eyes, along with her shy expression, unable to help but curl his lips.
He raised his hand, which had been held high, and handed it forward.
Luann took the ice cream cone, lowered her head, and took a bite in silence.
Myron stared at the top of her head for a long time. Suddenly, he asked, "Is it delicious?"
Luann mumbled unclearly, "Yes, it's delicious."
A glimmer of light flashed through Myron's ink-like eyes, and his exquisite hand fell on Luann's slender shoulder. Myron added, "What I meant was, is my kiss delicious?"
Luann's body shuddered, and she quickly took two steps back. Her fair neck visibly turned pink. "Um... There seems to be a grape juice stand up ahead. I’m going there!" Luann said, and she rushed forward, only taking a few steps.
Myron firmly pulled her back. Bam! Her forehead hit his chest, making her feel dizzy. "What are you doing?"
Luann raised her eyes in anger, her misty eyes filled with displeasure.
Myron's tone was indifferent, without a trace of guilt. "If you don't pay attention while walking, what happens if you bump into someone else?"
Luann pursed her lips and muttered softly, "It wouldn't hurt as much as bumping into you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Luann's expression froze. She blinked and looked at Myron's ice cream-stained clothes, dumbfounded.
Myron lowered his gaze and saw her cute and dazed expression. His voice unconsciously softened. "It's okay, don't worry, I'll just throw this shirt away when we get home..."
Luann broke down, "My ice cream!"
"I only took one bite!"
Myron remained silent.
When he saw Luann take out a tissue from her bag, he involuntarily straightened his chest, as if waiting to be served.
However, the tissue was mercilessly thrown into his hand. "Clean it yourself." Myron reluctantly obliged.
He casually cleaned up and said, "Let's go."
The two gradually walked away, and the boss of the beef tendon ball, who had witnessed the whole process, sighed deeply. "A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung! Why would such a beautiful girl like her... be caught up like this!"
...
Having eaten their way through the snack street, the two had filled their round bellies.
"Let's go back," Myron said, taking out his phone to search for the location, intending to return to the parking lot to find the car.
He discovered that there were only two routes: one was to go back the same way, and the other was to take a detour.
However, going back the same way was definitely impossible. The snack street was crowded, and even if they squeezed their way back, it would still take at least an hour.
"Alright," Luann sat on a nearby chair to take a rest and absentmindedly moved her ankle.
Although they had been eating and resting along the way, her feet were still uncomfortable.
"Is your foot hurting?" Myron quickly noticed her movement and frowned.
Luann nodded slightly, pursing her red lips with a hint of embarrassment. "Why don't you go back and get the car while I wait here?"
Myron said coldly, "No."
How could he possibly leave her alone here without any worries?
Luann sighed in resignation and was about to get up when Myron squatted right in front of her. "Get on."
The two firm words contained an unquestionable dominance and command.
Luann cleared her throat, "Isn't that a bit improper?"
"Do you want to end up in the hospital for a week?"
The last hint of hesitation in Luann's heart vanished into thin air. She decisively got up and leaned against his back. Myron's hands wrapped around her legs and he easily stood up.
Luann immediately buried her head in his back. It seemed like
Myron was afraid of embarrassing Luann, so he deliberately chose a path with few people and walked slowly.
His pace was leisurely, as if taking a stroll after a meal. The corners of his lips, hidden behind the mask, couldn't help but curve into a smile.
The woman's body slid downwards. "Hold on tight."
"Oh..." Luann responded in a muffled voice, gripping his neck when she was lifted up again.
The not-so-short journey became even longer.
Myron exerted a slight force with his hands, feeling the touch beneath the thin fabric and the occasional intimate contact on his back, causing his thoughts to fly uncontrollably, recalling the first time he met this little woman.
It was so passionate with absolutely zero inhibitions...
Myron shook his head gently, shaking off these messy thoughts.
"What's wrong with you?" "Am I too heavy?" Luann immediately asked, thinking he was uncomfortable. "I can walk for a part of the way."
Myron's voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a deep sentiment. "You're not heavy, you're light."
Neither of them spoke during the rest of the journey, and they returned home quietly.
As soon as they entered the living room, they saw the old lady standing there in anger, holding a feather duster in her hand. "You little rascal! I told you to stand facing the wall for reflection, but look, you actually ran out?!"
Luann blocked her path without hesitation.
Standing in front of Myron.
"Nana, I'm the one who took Myron out for dinner."
"Don't speak for him! Since he was little, this boy has always been clever and tricky. Don't be fooled by his current honesty. Who knows what he's plotting in his mind!"
Luann looked at Myron with an innocent face and firmly refuted, "Nana, there's no way Myron could be that kind of person."
“You! Hey!”
Myron grabbed Luann's hand and put her behind him.
"Nana, I apologize for defying your wishes."
"To make up for this mistake, I'm willing to stand as a punishment for tonight, until you wake up in the morning."
Luann hesitated for a moment, and then quickly pinched his flesh with her fingertips.
What’s going on?
She was the one who insisted on taking him out to eat, but why does Myron end up bearing all the hardships?
Isn't she just making things worse?
The elderly lady was somewhat surprised by Myron's compliance. "So you do have some self-awareness, then..."
"Nana!" Luann promptly interrupted her, raising her voice, "Haven't you always wanted great-grandchildren? If you make Myron stand outside, how can we give you great-grandchildren?"
The elderly lady's eyes brightened, her anger swept away, and she looked at Luann excitedly.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Luann thought about Myron's kindness towards her over these days and decided not to repay him with ingratitude. She could only brace herself.
“Of course, I would never lie to you.”
The elderly lady happily smiled, "Alright then, this time I'll spare him. But don't let it happen again."
“Certainly, certainly.”
After the elderly lady left, Luann let out a long sigh of relief.
John stood by the sofa, quietly observing everything.
He sighed.
"Ah, I never expected madam to be unable to defeat the young master after all..."
