Chapter 68
Snatched A Billionaire To Be My Husband by Shabi's pen
Chapter 68 I Wonât Be Your Side Girl âYouâre right. Iâm lonely.â
Hearing her harsh words, Byron evaluated Coraâs charming figure inch by inch, took a drag on the cigarette in his hand, and then blew it towards Cora in one breath.
Cora didnât see it coming and coughed.
After she recovered, her eyes were inexplicably red and watery.
This delicate appearance of hers made Byron suddenly remember every time he made her hard, and her deep eyes suddenly became very dark.
âTell me the price.â His voice was hoarse, like a hook, trying to drag Cora into the endless abyss.
Cora was stunned for a moment and only later realized what the man meant.
Fue un gran insulto.
But after thinking about it, except for the first night when she took the initiative, this man promised her benefits every time they did it.
Perhaps in his heart, he had long regarded her as the woman selling her body for money.
Only she was still foolishly looking forward to such a ridiculous and worthless thing as love...
Her dignity was tra pled on, and her expectations turned into despair. Coraâs eyes were red, but she still smiled coquettishly, looking at Byron.
âThen what kind of price can Mr. Hansen offer this time?â
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Byron stared at the innocent and seductive face of the woman, feeling inexplicably agitated in his heart. He snuffed out the cigarette butt and casually threw a paper bag in.
Cora looked over and saw the paper bag lying on the ground, revealing a corner of the sack inside.
âWhat does this mean? Do you want to pay me with a sack? Mr. Hansen, to tra ple on my self-esteem, you donât even care about your dignity, do you?â
Cora had restrained her heartache, and she had wiped off the tears in her eyes. She even stepped forward to fiddle with the diamond buttons on Byronâs shirt unintentionally, but her words were full of mockery.
Byron was about to laugh out of anger. He raised his hand to grab the womanâs evil hand on his neckline and pulled her a little closer.
âHarry was beaten with this sack over his head last night and passed out in the toilet.â
At this moment, there were only a few inches left on the lips of the two, and they could clearly smell each otherâs breath during their breathing.
The distance between kissing and not kissing was actually more ambiguous than kissing.
Cora suddenly struggled to break free from Byronâs hand, and jokingly said, âBecause you got the same kind of sack last night, so you suspect me?â
âIs it not you?â Byron looked serious and jokingly at the same time.
The moment Jane took the sack from Harry, Byron was sure that she had done it.
Although the two had a very unpleasant quarrel last night, at that moment, there seemed to be bright fireworks blooming in his mind.
âMr. Hansen, you have wronged me. I have to move recently, so I bought a few sacks to pack things. If you donât believe me, look...â
Cora purposely sta gered her body, so Byron could see the messy ground behind her.
He saw several sacks of the same style lying on the ground, two of which were bulging, and the other two were still open.
There were also many medical-related books sc ttered on the ground.
âYou want to move? Is it because I always come to you?â Byron felt a little irritated for no reason and reached out to unbutton the top of his shirt that was choking him.
âYou are overthinking. My landlord wants to increase the rent. I donât have money to pay for it, so I can only move out.â
Cora felt that she was telling this pla boy in disguise that he was not as important as he thought.
But she didnât know that her words resolved the restlessness in his heart. âWhere do you plan to go?â
âI havenât found it yet. Anyway, there is still a month to go.â
She had already gone to a rental agency when she got off work today, but she hadnât found a suitable one yet.
After all, a month was a bit rushed. She could only organize her things first, and then she could move out directly when she found a suitable place.
Realizing that she shouldnât waste her time on a pla boy, Cora turned around and prepared to continue packing.
But Byron suddenly grabbed her wrist. âIf you donât mind, I have a flat at Pearl Bay.â
Cora froze for a moment.
Pearl Bay was the favorite villa area for rich people in the entire New York, and the houses there were very expensive.
Even the smallest house was worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
She turned her head back with a smile. âSo this is the price you offer tonight?â
Byron frowned.
But before he could answer, Cora pulled his hand away. âThe price is good, but I wonât be your side chick.â
This time Byron held her slender waist with his backhand and trapped her tightly in his arms. His handsome face approached, and he said, âAre you sure that you are the sick chick?â