Filed to story: Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband Book (Cora & Byron)
Cora said.
But Sara insisted,
“What you’ve prepared is your personal gift. We want to prepare something on behalf of us. They shouldn’t be mixed.”
“Then maybe a painting or calligraphy. He seems interested in those.”
“Alright, I’ll have your father find a few nice pieces in the safe later.”
As soon as they finished talking, the doorbell rang.
Sara went to open the door and led Byron inside.
“Have you had lunch?”
“Not yet.”
“Then let’s cat together. I’ve prepared a lot of dishes for lunch.”
“Sure.”
Byron intentionally came at lunchtime to join them.
Naturally, he spotted Cora at the table.
She must have just woken up, for she was still in her pajamas.
They were very conservative, covering her entirely.
The moment Cora looked up, and she noticed Byron’s gaze fixed on a certain area of her. Instantly, her cheeks turned red, and she quickly lowered her head to have her meal.
Byron found her eating with gusto, so after sitting next to her, he started to scoop her favorite dishes onto her plate.
“Eat more if you’re hungry.”
Cora felt like he was doing it on purpose.
After all, he wanted to have another round last night.
But Cora declined him with the excuse that she was hungry.
Sara served Byron some soup and then noticed that the atmosphere at the table was inexplicably awkward.
Cora wolfed down her food, seemingly ignoring Byron’s affectionate gazes, But what about Byron?
He was happily serving Cora dishes, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Later that evening, Byron suddenly sent Cora several pictures of cars, asking her,
“Which one do you like?”
“Are you buying another new car?”
Cora was confused. After all, Byron was only in Leucrest Town for a few days, yet he kept buying cars.
Byron quickly called her, sounding quite serious.
But his words made Cora blush again.
“I felt that the backseat of the car last night was not wide enough, which impacted my performance!”
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“There is no next time in a car! Stop daydreaming!”
Even though they weren’t on a video call, Cora pictured him leaning against the car yesterday, smoking, with a cold and maddeningly attractive demeanor.
“Not in a car? Then how about the bedroom or the living room? I won’t mind the balcony either!”
Perhaps because they couldn’t see each other, the man on the other end of the phone became increasingly nonsensical.
Cora was annoyed.
“If you keep talking nonsense, I won’t talk to you anymore.”
Through the phone, Byron chuckled,
“Okay. Come downstairs then, can you?”
Cora opened the curtain and saw that he was indeed standing by the car downstairs, smoking, just like last night.
As if in sync, he also looked up, and their eyes met.
Even though they were distant from each other, it felt like pink bubbles were floating in the air.
“You should leave there. I won’t come downstairs.”
Cora didn’t want a repeat of what happened last night.
She hadn’t agreed to start over with him, so they shouldn’t act like they were already back to being together.But Byron was adamant.
“I want to see you. If you don’t come down, I won’t leave.”
It had been over ten hours since their intimacy last night.
In these hours, not a moment passed without him thinking of her.
This longing was even stronger than during the period they were in passionate love with each other.
He felt like his blood was boiling inside, making him restless.
Only her presence acted as an antidote.
Cora didn’t respond and hung up the phone.
She wanted to make it clear that she wouldn’t indulge him.
However, for the next hour or so, she couldn’t stop herself from peeking through the curtains to see if the man downstairs had left.
And every time she looked, she found him still there, smoking and occasionally glancing up at her.
“He smokes too much! Isn’t he afraid of death?”
Cora muttered, annoyed.
“Why is he still there?”
She grumbled.
Finally, unable to resist, she went downstairs to find him.
As Byron saw her approaching, a bright smile appeared on his handsome face.
“Cora!”
He promptly put out his cigarette and strode over to embrace her.
The force of his hug made her feel like he was trying to absorb her into his body.
He buried his head in her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.
The restlessness from before seemed to dissipate, yet somewhere inside still felt hollow.
“Don’t stand here smoking. Go back,”
Cora said, a bit dazed by his embrace.
“No. Here is my home, wherever you and Martin are,”
he declared.
Then, he kissed her.
Immersed in the kiss, Cora found herself being led into the car again.
However, compared to the previous night, he was much gentler today, but they still went on for the whole night.
By the time dawn arrived and they were dressing up, Cora once again caught a strong smell of smoke coming from him, wrinkling her brows.
“You should quit smoking!”
“Why? Are we preparing for a baby?”
He suddenly laughed, a hint of wickedness in his smile.
The doctor in charge of his rehabilitation was also a heavy smoker, but when the doctor and his wife started planning to have a baby, he quit smoking.
Byron remembered that during that time, the doctor looked tortured whenever he saw Byron smoking, complaining about how difficult quitting was.
Byron ended up firing that doctor, claiming he was too noisy.
But now, he thought he should have been envious of that doctor.
Afraid of becoming too envious, of thinking of Cora and the child they never had, he fired him.
Now, he was relieved. Cora was right beside him, and their child, Martin, came into the world safely.
He finally understood himself better.
But before he could finish his thoughts, Cora punched him.
“You jerk! You didn’t use condoms either time and now you dare to talk like that!”B
Cora recalled that they didn’t take any precautions both last night and tonight.
Though it wasn’t during the dangerous period, there was still a possibility of pregnancy!
Lost in thought, she became increasingly worried.
But despite receiving a punch, Byron still had a smile on his face.
“We’ll give birth to the baby if you get pregnant. It would be perfect to have a daughter, and then we’ll be the happiest family in the world.”
He couldn’t be there for her during her previous pregnancy, causing her so much suffering.
If she were to get pregnant again, he would take good care of her throughout!
However, looking at his smug smile, Cora remembered the pain she went through when delivering Martin, which made her even more furious.
She grabbed a pillow from the backseat and smacked it at Byron.