Filed to story: Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband Book (Cora & Byron)
Cora entangled with Eason in the corridor for a long time and even kicked Eason. Byron didn’t want her to get into trouble, so he asked Carter to call her.
Byron happened to see Cora slap Eason and tell him not to betray another woman.
Did this mean that she no longer intended to win back Eason?
This put Byron in a good mood, prompting him to offer his assistance.
“I’ll take you back.”
Seeing that Cora was still looking at him, Byron said.
Cora nodded quickly. She didn’t want to stay here anymore now.
Lydia said,
“Byron, if Cora wants to leave, I’ll let someone take her back. You’d better stay here. You are Eason’s uncle.”
At the Patton family’s engagement banquet, many people from the four prominent families in New York came, and some famous families even came uninvited.
Lydia knew that it was impossible to invite these people relying on the connections of the Patton family.
They were more likely to come for Byron, the future leader of the Hansen family, which was the head of the wealthy families in New York.
As long as Byron didn’t leave, even if Eason and Mia had a big joke just now, the engagement banquet could still be held smoothly.
Byron said,
“Because I’m his uncle, I can’t bear that you framed Cora after inviting her to the engagement banquet.”
Byron didn’t even look at Lydia. After saying that, he led Carter towards the exit of the banquet hall, and when he passed Cora, he said,
“Let’s go.”
“Okay.”
Cora hurriedly followed them.
Because the show was so exciting, Sally even forgot that she should go with Cora.
Looking at Byron’s tall and straight back, Sally thought in her heart,
“Eason’s uncle is so handsome and honorable!”
She didn’t know which woman would be lucky to get this man in the future.
During the ride back, Cora sat in the back seat next to Byron, while Carter occupied the driver’s seat.
Cora left with Byron, but she didn’t want to have more contact with him. Even if he helped her just now, she didn’t dare to over-interpret it.
She even wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but Carter locked the passenger door.
“I’ll get off at the subway entrance,”
Cora said after the car started for a while.
However, the two men in the car didn’t respond to her as if they were deaf.
Cora got annoyed and said,
“I said, stop here.”
Carter didn’t take it seriously, and he continued to drive. Byron also continued to lean on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.
Seeing that no one responded to her, Cora planned to open the door directly. The speed of the car was not fast anyway.
Byron said she shouldn’t come here. Didn’t it mean that he didn’t want to see her?
Cora was afraid that she would not be able to gain a foothold in New York in the future if she offended him. Otherwise, she wanted to beat him up.
Since she couldn’t afford to offend him, she could hide from him.
But unexpectedly, the moment Cora was about to open the door, Byron, who was closing his eyes and having a rest, looking noble and cold, approached her immediately.
He grabbed her hand, and his other hand went around behind her and pinched her butt.
He said,
“What are you doing? Do you think I’m the driver?”
He didn’t hit her hard, but Cora felt her face burning.
She had never been beaten here since she was young, and Carter was still in the car.
She became more annoyed and wanted to break free from his grip.
But Byron held onto her hand and her waist tightly.
“Release me! I won’t open the door.”
She didn’t want to be too close to him when there were other people.
“No, I don’t know if you will make any dangerous moves,”
Byron said.
Cora was speechless.
She didn’t know how to refute such a rightful reason.
As Byron put his arms around her waist, he adjusted his sitting posture a little and continued to lean against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.
He clasped Cora’s hand tightly, their fingers intertwined.
He was very close to Cora now, and his legs, perfectly wrapped in black trousers, were sticking to the legs exposed from her skirt.
In addition to the strong visual impact, she felt that the temperature on his body was a bit scorching, which made her want to hide involuntarily.
But as soon as she moved, Carter, who kept silent all the time, said,
“Mr. Hansen has jet lag. Let him rest for a while.”
Cora was speechless.
She suspected that Carter was lying to her, but she was not sure.
Soon, the rhythmic sound of his steady breathing reached her ears, prompting her to steal a quiet glance at the man sitting beside her.
With the light constantly coming in from the car window, Cora could see that there were dark circles on his handsome face.
Although this did not affect his charm, she could tell that he had not had a good rest recently.
Cora didn’t move anymore, letting Byron hug her.
After all, he helped her today, so she couldn’t be so ruthless to him.
Because of Cora’s compromise, the atmosphere in the backseat was harmonious.
Carter looked at the scene through the rearview mirror. Byron’s strong arms were wrapped around
Cora’s slender waist, and his black trousers were attached to her delicate legs. Carter was surprised by the scene.
Having been with Byron for several years, he had never seen him so close to a woman.
Not even Jane, who was rumored to be Byron’s fianc?e, had experienced such closeness with him.
Carter couldn’t figure out what this meant because Byron was always unpredictable.
Soon, the car slowly stopped downstairs in LO apartment where Cora lived.
Almost as soon as the car stopped, Byron opened his eyes and let go of Cora’s hand.
Cora hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.
“Thank you, Mr. Hansen,”
Cora said.
Her expression of gratitude appeared rather dismissive as she promptly spun around and departed.
Hearing such perfunctory thanks, Byron got out of the car quickly and strode up to Cora to hug her by the waist.
“Mr. Hansen, what do you want to do?”
Cora asked.
Being hugged, she glared at Byron.
“Aren’t you going to invite me to your home and have a cup of coffee?”
Byron asked.
He hugged her easily. His steps were brisk, and his tone was pleasant.
“Are you sure you just want a cup of coffee instead of anything else?”
Cora asked.
She glanced at Byron coldly.
She didn’t know that wearing this dress, her anger and her provocative words would arise Byron’s desire.
His arms, as sturdy as iron, firmly enveloped her, unwilling to release their grip.
In a blink of an eye, he brought her to the door of her apartment.
“Open the door,”
he said.
His words were concise like an order.
Coupled with his innate strong aura, ordinary people would not be able to disobey him.
But Cora didn’t want to have any intimacy with him at all, so she didn’t open the door even if she felt great pressure.
Unexpectedly, Byron grabbed her index finger and put it on the fingerprint lock.
Soon, the artificial intelligence made a voice.
“The lock was successfully unlocked.”