Filed To Story: Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband Book (Cora & Byron)
Yet she didn’t want to give Sara and Jane the satisfaction of seeing her suffer. With a smile, she retorted,
“Maybe that’s true. It seems God compensated for my lack of motherly affection with something else.”
“Do you consider a man’s desire for your body as love? What a joke! A man’s heart and body are always separate. The more he cherishes you, the less he will want you to endure those things. Instead, he’ll indulge in cheap thrills with those easily available.”
As Cora implied Byron’s affection toward her, Sara felt she was humiliating Jane, so she retaliated instantly.
However, to her surprise, Cora smiled and asked her,
“So Mr. William Yoris must cherish you very much, right?”
On several occasions, Cora noticed that there was no real affection between Sara and William.
She didn’t want to attack others with their emotional wounds, but Sara had struck a nerve on her most sensitive topic, her relationship with Flora. So, she had to retaliate in kind.
“You…”
Failing to own her husband’s love was the biggest regret in Sara’s life.
Cora was stepping on her sore spot!
Sara was almost out of control, ready to slap Cora.
However, Jane stopped her this time.
“Mom, calm down. People are watching!”
Given their identity as the prominent Yoris family as well as the fact that Arnold was the vice chairman of the Woodcarving Association in New York, Jane’s and Sara’s presence would undoubtedly attract attention.
Reminded by Jane, Sara noticed the onlookers and reluctantly stopped.
However, her eyes remained fixed on Cora, filled with fury.
“You wretched bitch, your actions will bring retribution upon you!”
“Mrs. Sara Yoris, let’s see who will face the retribution first,”
Cora replied with a smile, nodding at Jane before turning to leave.
“I have never seen such a shameless woman!”
Watching Cora, dressed in a dark green wool coat, strolling away gracefully in the cold wind, Sara felt deeply indignant on behalf of Jane.
“Jane, this woman is so difficult to deal with. How can I help you?”
She couldn’t bear to see her daughter so distressed, and she gently stroked Jane’s hair.
“Mom, actually, I do need your help.”
This was the reason why Jane had called Sara to accompany her in delivering her artwork.
“Just tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you,”
Sara replied earnestly.
Then, Jane leaned in to whisper something to Sara.
After sending off the woodcarving work, Cora went to the supermarket to buy some frozen food and snacks.
Tomorrow was Christmas, and everywhere was brightly lit, especially in the supermarket, where families were shopping together.
Looking at the smiling faces around her, Cora felt a sense of emptiness inside.
As she prepared to pay, a hand placed a credit card before her faster than she could react.
Cora raised her eyes. It was Byron.
He was wearing a black woolen coat, tall and handsome, exuding even more charm than usual.
Even in the crowded supermarket, all eyes seemed to be on him.
“Why did you come here?”
Cora asked.
“I couldn’t find you at home, so I guessed you might be here,”
Byron replied casually.
After the cashier finished the payment, Byron naturally picked up the groceries and held her hand, with all the admiring glances from others completely unnoticed, as if his world only contained her.
At this moment, Cora couldn’t help but think how wonderful it would be if he could stay by her side forever.
“Are you planning to eat only frozen food during Christmas?”
Back in the apartment, Byron acted like another master of the house, sorting and placing the groceries into the fridge.
However, when he found that most of the items were frozen food, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
“Frozen food may taste better than what I cook,”
Cora said.
Byron thought for a moment.
“I’ll have someone bring over some cooked food.”
Watching him busy himself in front of the fridge, Cora couldn’t resist hugging him from behind.
“Don’t be too good to me. Otherwise, I might steal you away on your wedding day.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Cora startled even herself.
Influenced by Flora, she despised being the interloper to destroy someone else’s relationship.
Yet now, she was contemplating a reckless act of stealing Byron away from his wedding…
“I was just joking.”
She quickly covered up her emotions, ready to reach for a beer from the fridge to calm herself down.
However, before her hand could reach it, Byron firmly pressed her against the fridge door.
He slightly bent down, his handsome face coming close to hers, close enough to see the fine lines on each other’s skin and feel each other’s unique breath.
Cora was startled, and her originally enchanting and coquettish eyes turned pure like a clear spring at this moment.
“Mr. Hansen, you…”
She wanted to say something.
But Byron interrupted her,
“How do you know if you don’t try? Perhaps you won’t even need to steal.”
He continued staring at her, and something seemed to flash across his perfect face.
Cora couldn’t read him, feeling that Byron was even more unpredictable than usual.
She was uncertain whether he spoke sincerely or was merely teasing.
For a moment, she felt thrilled, thinking that maybe Byron liked her in the same way she liked him, encouraging her to go for it.
As she calmed down, Cora felt that she might have overthought it.
A man like Byron could have any woman he wanted, and his kindness toward her might just be a momentary interest.
To seek affirmation, she asked Byron,
“Are you telling me that even if I try to steal you, I won’t have a chance?”
If he indeed loved her, she was ready to throw caution to the wind and plunge into an intense love affair.
“You can think that way if you want,”
Byron replied nonchalantly.
At that moment, Cora was extremely grateful that she didn’t reveal too much of her true feelings.
Otherwise, she would have been in an awkward situation.
But also, his response diminished the intense impulsion she felt earlier.
Pushing Byron away, she grabbed a beer and opened it to take a few sips.
The cold and refreshing taste eased the bitterness in her throat.
“Don’t drink too much,”
Byron reminded her with a frown.
“It’s fine. I don’t have to work this afternoon, and I’ve already submitted my wood carving piece for the competition.”
It was a rare indulgence for her this afternoon.
“What are your chances of winning the woodcarving competition?”
Byron asked, seemingly casually.
“It’s hard to say,”
she replied.
She had dedicated all her energy and time to her artwork and naturally hoped to win an award.
However, it was a national competition held every five years, and there would be many masterpieces submitted. Standing out from such a talented pool would be challenging.
“Are you asking me to treat you to dinner if I win?”
Cora felt strange about his frequent inquiries about the woodcarving competition.
“What else could it be?”
Byron responded, appearing cocky.
Sighing lightly, Cora said,
“Alright, if I really win, I’ll cook all the frozen food in the fridge for you.”
“I don’t want to eat them. I’ll eat something else.”
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