Filed To Story: Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband Book (Cora & Byron)
Ever since Lydia showed him those photos secretly taken, the image of him pressing Cora like that and kissing her would pop up whenever he saw Byron.
It happened even now. When his uncles talked about several projects related to the Hansen Group, he couldn’t listen to them but thought that Cora’s relationship with Byron was more intimate than with him before, which made him jealous and almost drove him crazy.
Especially when he saw the hickey on Byron’s neck, he almost became wild because of jealousy…
He didn’t know that Mark had noticed his furious appearance.
“Eason, is there anything on your uncle’s face? You are so engrossed in seeing it.”
Eason came back to his senses and met Byron’s sharp eyes.
“No, nothing.”
“Ok. I thought your uncle took something from you just now. You seemed to be eager to get something back from him.”
After Mark finished speaking, both Eason and Byron’s expressions changed!
Eason was only worried that the exposure of his hostility towards Byron would put him in a passive position.
So he immediately retorted,
“Uncle Mark, you must be joking. Uncle Byron had almost everything, and what he had was the best. I don’t have anything worthy of his concern.”
“Really? But it doesn’t look like that to me.”
Mark smiled at Eason and finally fixed his eyes on Byron.
The moment their eyes met, Byron narrowed his sharp eyes slightly and softened them.
“You mean I play with his woman?”
Although Mark didn’t talk about women or Cora, what he was talking about was obviously that Byron played with Eason’s woman, who was obviously Cora.
Byron spoke it himself, but the indifference in his tone was worthy of deliberation.
Eason felt very uncomfortable when he heard that Byron used the word
“play”
on Cora and wanted to fight with him very much.
But Byron was his uncle, even if he was not much younger than Byron, so he didn’t dare to fight with him.
Besides, today was the first day of the Christmas holiday, and many people were coming to the Hansen family. If he fought with Byron here, he could not keep a foothold in New York.
So, in the end, Eason could only vent all his dissatisfaction on the cup, every joint of the hand holding the teacup turning pale when he clenched the cup.
And, of course, Mark noticed his move.
“That’s right, too. There are so many women in the world. Why do you insist on playing with Eason’s ex? You see, Eason is so angry that he is about to destroy my cup.”
“Uncle Mark, you must be joking. I think this cup looks pretty, so I pick it up to look closer.”
Eason tried very hard to avoid this topic.
Eason thought Mark was joking, but Byron knew what Mark really meant.
“It’s just a woman, and they already broke up. But I won’t play with her if he’s so reluctant.”
His words and actions were indifferent, as if he never cared about Cora. How fickle he was!
“Wouldn’t it hurt her bad to break up with her so curtly because of this matter?”
Mark still seemed to be emphasizing Cora.
Eason almost couldn’t help fighting with Byron because of these words.
After all, Cora was the girl Eason had loved so much, so he really didn’t want her to be trampled on like this!
But before Eason could fight Byron, he received Byron’s warning.
Although Eason wasn’t sure why Byron warned him, he still felt Byron’s intention to kill him.
If he dared to confront Byron here, the Patton Group would pay the price for his stupid behavior.
Although Eason was frivolous, he cared much about his family. And he could clearly sense that there seemed to be tension between Mark and Byron.
So, in the end, he tried his best to suppress his anger.
After Byron withdrew his gaze, he satirized,
“Mark, why didn’t you think whether you hurt the woman who had a child for you when you didn’t marry her?”
Seeing that Byron turned the topic to him, Mark smiled,
“That’s right. Women are only necessary when feeling bored, just like coffee. You have to change it frequently for new flavors.”
In the end, the topic turned back to coffee, as if the previous conversations had never happened.
But Byron received Carter’s first-hand report when he came out of the Hansen Mansion in the afternoon, which read,
“Mark is investigating Miss Lane…”
“To what extent?”
“He already sent people to follow Miss Lane.”
When Carter said so, Byron parked the car on the side of the road, smoked a cigarette irritably, and did not respond to Carter for a long time.
If it weren’t for the sound of vehicles passing by from the phone, Carter would think the phone had been hung up.
Byron didn’t answer Carter for a long time, so Carter couldn’t help reminding him,
“Mr. Hansen, it’s time to make a trade-off.”
“Well, I see…”
The man was smoking a cigarette, watching the smoke blown away by the cold wind, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
On the first day of the Christmas holiday, Cora went to the hospital to visit Flora.
At this time, the wards of many departments were empty because most people had gone home.
Because of Matt’s hand injury, Flora’s second skin grafting operation had not yet been performed.
When Cora opened the door and walked in, Flora was knitting something.
“Mom, merry Christmas.”
Cora put the fruit she had brought on the table and sat beside Flora.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to make a scarf,”
Flora said.
“Is it for me?”
Cora looked at the pattern Flora was knitting, a cartoon picture that young girls recently liked. Surprise flashed in her eyes.
She had never been wearing a scarf in front of Flora, but Flora didn’t like cartoon pictures either.
So she thought that Flora made it for her.
She thought Flora must want to please her because Jane annoyed her that day!
The more Cora thought about it, the happier she felt because this was the first time she would receive something made by her mother, and it felt like the relationship between her and her mother had been completely restored.
Cora kept looking at the cartoon patterns made by Flora and didn’t pay attention to Flora’s unnatural expression.
The more Cora looked at it, the more delighted she was. She even reached out to touch the pattern.
Although Flora was not so skillful, in Cora’s eyes, the pattern was really beautiful.
But as soon as she touched the pattern, Flora slapped her hands.
“Your hands are dirty. Don’t touch it.”
“Why? Anyway, it will be mine finally.”
But Flora didn’t respond. Cora didn’t pay much attention.
“Where’s Byron? Didn’t you come with him?”
Flora quickly packed everything up as if she was afraid that Cora would pollute the scarf.
“He went home today.”
When Cora mentioned him, she couldn’t help but think of the crazy night, and her face blushed quietly.
“He didn’t come with you because of this?”
Flora complained.
Later, Cora changed the topic and diverted her attention.
But when Cora was about to return, Flora unconsciously mentioned Byron again.
“Next time you come over, bring Byron with you. You guys should consider getting married. I’ll ask him for you when he plans to get married.”
After last night, Cora indeed wanted more.
Besides, she felt Byron was planning a future with her because he wanted to have a baby with her.
So after she left the hospital, she sent a message to Byron: [Can you accompany me to see my mother again?]
Just let Flora ask him the question that she dared not ask.
If he really wanted to marry her, that would be fine.
But if he didn’t want to, she could also say it was Flora’s idea, right?
In short, she would not lose anything if she tried.
Cora was pleased with herself, but she didn’t expect Byron didn’t reply to her as if she didn’t send it.
The evening of the second day of the Christmas holiday, Cora still hadn’t received a reply from Byron.
She stared at the empty chat box and couldn’t help feeling disappointed.
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