Filed to story: Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband Book (Cora & Byron)
“Yeah.”
Cora just watched Tyler leave, and Sally’s voice came into her ears.
“Cora, it seems that we are getting close to having good news with Tyler?”
“Nothing tangible yet is in sight!”
Cora replied.
“I think Tyler is about to say the ‘spending the rest of my life’ proposal to you. Would that be tangible enough?”
The more Sally talked, the closer she got to Cora as if wishing to see flowers out of Cora’s delicate face.
“No such thing. Don’t guess.”
But saying was one thing. In fact, Cora also felt that Tyler was interested in her.
Because of this feeling, made it difficult for her to blurt out the words about needing Tyler’s help to meet
Flora.
If she wanted to start with Tyler, even if it was not on the premise of marriage, she still had to respect him, and she would definitely not make him a substitute for anyone.
This was her attitude towards a love relationship.
“You just keep on concealing.”
Seeing that Cora didn’t want to discuss this topic, Sally stopped drilling into it anymore.
“What’s with the luggage bag on your desk? Where are you going to play?”
Just now, Sally saw a luggage bag on Cora’s desk, so she came to ask but didn’t expect to bump into
Tyler chatting with Cora, and the inquiring started.
“No, I just want to return things that don’t belong to me.”
When mentioning the things in the luggage bag, Cora’s expression suddenly dimmed a lot.
The things in the luggage bag belonged to Byron, and when she decided to cut off the relationship last night, she packed all of Byron’s clothing.
She carried it to the hospital today, planning to return it to Byron by courier after she got off work.
“Mr. Pope’s?”
In Sally’s mind, Carter was the only one who could stay in Cora’s boudoir.
“Yeah.”
Cora was dazing for a while, only to realize that Sally had always misunderstood her relationship with Carter.
That would be fine since the relationship between her and Byron was over, and the others wouldn’t know about it.
“Yes, send it back, separated already. There’s no need to keep them to take up space.”
Sally said it somewhat melancholy, as if she was afraid of hurting Cora’s feelings by saying something that shouldn’t be said.
However, after Sally made such a fuss, Cora thought of something.
As for Byron’s clothing, she could ask Carter to come and take them back, save the courier fee, and at the same time, she could also ask Carter to do a favor and meet Flora, pretending to be her boyfriend.
In order to make a clear cut with Byron as soon as possible, Cora sped up her actions a lot.
After getting off work, she called Carter directly.
On the phone, Carter’s voice was as indifferent as ever.
“Miss Lane, Mr. Hansen is still busy.”
“I’m not looking for him.”
She thought Carter believed she couldn’t find Byron, so she asked him for help.
But she underestimated that Carter was shrewd as anyone.
At this moment, he was reporting something in Byron’s office. He answered Cora’s call in such a manner and informed her so concisely that the man who was buried in the pile of documents suddenly raised his head and gave him a cold glance.
“Ask me for help? What’s the matter?”
Carter and Byron exchanged glances before looking away.
On the other side of the phone, Cora briefly stated that she wanted Carter to return Byron’s clothing and meet her mother, pretending to be her boyfriend.
“Carter, I won’t make things difficult for you. It’s just this one time. It’s enough for her to undergo the operation with peace of mind.”
Afraid that Carter would refuse to meet Flora, Cora repeatedly assured him.
Carter had already lost count of the times he had been stabbed in the eye but finally agreed.
“I know. I’ll go there later.”
As soon as the call between him and Cora ended, the other man’s voice, cold as ice, was heard.
“So good with her?”
Carter calmly put the phone into his trousers pocket.
“It’s not as good as Mr. Hansen and her.”
The crease between Byron’s brows lightened slightly.
“What does she want from you?”
“Tell me to go to the hospital and get your clothes back.”
In one sentence, Byron’s brows tied up again as if a storm was about to come.
He never expected the woman who had just teased him the night before to act like she would never have anything to do with him this morning.
“Reason.”
He still looked at Carter with raised brows coldly. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him and landed on the table, reflecting onto his face, but it failed to illuminate his darkened expression.
“She didn’t say,”
Carter watched the expression on the man’s face darken visibly and said again,
“Miss
Lane also asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend to meet her mother.”
A crisp breaking sound was heard.
Carter’s eyes followed it and saw that the precious pen in Byron’s hand was snapped in two…
After calling Carter, Cora changed into her street clothes and sat on the bench in the corridor, watching a video on her mobile phone and waiting for his arrival.
Cora thought it would take close to an hour to come from the Hansen Group. Unexpectedly, a pair of high-end handmade men’s leather shoes appeared in her field of vision just half an hour later.
“Carter?”
Cora subconsciously thought it was Carter, but when she looked up, she saw Byron.
He was still wearing a suit and leather shoes. His tie had been torn apart a bit and looked a little loose.
But even so, it didn’t make him look sloppy. On the contrary, he looked more lay-back and suave.
Cora was slightly taken aback and stood up from the bench.
“Why are you here?”
“Why can’t I be here? Or do you want to do something ulterior when you contact Carter?”
Byron moved in a little closer and pined Cora between himself and the bench behind her.
He was tall, at such a close distance projecting bullying and oppression, and his remarks with a slightly frivolous tone were all that Cora disliked.
Cora, knowing that people were coming and going in the corridor, Byron wouldn’t dare to do anything to her blatantly, so she rudely pushed him away.
She shoved the luggage bag she had packed into Byron’s arms.
“Since you’re here, take back everything that belongs to you.”
Byron was not angry when he was stuffed with a luggage bag. He just raised his eyebrows and asked
Cora,
“Why did you suddenly send my things back and blacklist me?”
As soon as he learned that she wanted Carter to take his clothes back, he tried to contact Cora to talk but found that his WhatsApp account was blocked and his mobile phone number was also blacklisted.
“I didn’t feel the need to contact, so I blocked it.”
Cora turned to leave, feeling that talking to a heartless scumbag was a waste of time.
But the man grabbed her by her wrist, dragged her back to him, put his arms around her waist, and asked her,
“It was you who let me go to play last night. Why is there no need to contact me today?”
The familiar physical contact and the familiar smell of tobacco on his body seemed to bring the two of them back to those intimate nights before.
Especially when the suggestive message she sent to Byron last night came to mind, Cora suddenly felt her face turned hot and didn’t know how to reply to this man.
But fortunately, Byron didn’t seem to want to know the answer to this question for the time being, so he just asked her,
“Is there another favor you need? Why don’t we go?”
Cora was suddenly stunned.
Another favor was to be a surrogate boyfriend and to meet her mother.
She thought about asking Byron for help last night, but after she calmed down in the morning, she felt that even if Byron had come over last night, he would never agree to meet her mother today.
After all, he never wanted to marry her, so he naturally didn’t bother to meet her mother, let alone the troubles that would follow.
But the truth was Byron volunteered to help, which made Cora feel a little overwhelmed.
“What Carter has, I have too. Why can he help, and I can’t?”
Seeing that she didn’t respond for a long time, unconsciously, Byron’s voice turned a little cold.