Chapter 88 Always Running Into Tony

• Tony knew very well what it felt like when he clasped Myra in his arms. Sometimes, it’s difficult to devote oneself to another woman once one’s heart belongs to someone else. After sighing softly, he rested his chin on her head, smoothed her hair gently, and whispered in a hoarse voice that sounded far gentler than usual, “Stop crying…”
• His soft voice tenderly healed the wound in Myra’s heart like a gentle breeze. At this very moment, Myra was no longer in the mood to feel everything around her; all she wanted was to vent all the repressed grief and anguish within her by crying.
• As the pedestrians hurried to and fro outside the car window, no one seemed to notice the sad and yet slightly heartwarming scene of the man and the woman in the car.