Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Are You Going or Not?

When Byron entered Cora’s apartment, he saw her wearing an apron, adjusting her wooden carving with a file.

Apart from studying medicine, Cora’s biggest hobby was wood carving.

She had always enjoyed playing with wood carvings to pass the time, and several ornaments in her LO apartment were her own creations.

However, Cora’s mother, Flora, didn’t like this little hobby of hers, so all the finished pieces she carved had to be stored in her own little space. Unexpectedly, she survived the big fire because of that.

“So you really like these pieces of wood?” Byron hugged her from behind.

“Don’t you think it’s fun to carve lifelike things on a piece of ordinary wood?”

Cora felt the familiar yet unfamiliar warmth behind her and remained focused on the file in her hand.

“I always thought that only old men liked this sort of thing.”

In fact, Byron had met several people who enjoyed wood carving, the most representative being Jane’s grandfather.

That old man’s love for wood carving bordered on obsession.

After retiring, he devoted himself to wood carving and even became known for his mastery of the craft. He became a master in wood carving. It was said that he was still searching for a last apprentice to pass on his skills.

“Mr. Hansen, if you find my personality dull and uninteresting, you shouldn’t have come looking for me. Why beat around the bush like this?”

Cora didn’t allow anyone to belittle her beloved hobby, so she coldly pushed away Byron’s hands.

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However, Byron held her tight in his embrace. “I was just expressing my opinion on wood carving. Where did your mind go off to?”

Cora didn’t respond, clearly not believing these nonsense words.

Since she continued to look at him with a cold face without uttering a word, Byron had to resort to his “money power” once again to make amends.

“If you love wood so much, how about I give you a piece of rosewood?”

Cora didn’t say anything, but her shimmering eyes clearly lit up.

Rosewood was a precious wood that, when polished and waxed, exhibited a deep black color, making it extremely beautiful.

However, this material was not only expensive but also difficult to find.

Seeing how badly she wanted it, yet pretending to be innocent with half-lowered eyes, Byron furrowed his brow slightly.

Other women would go to great lengths to hook up with him, but she not only tried to distance herself from him in public but also calculated how to benefit from him behind his back.

Often, after Cora received his gift, the tense relationship between them would be alleviated.

This made Byron unable to help but wonder if someday he ran out of money, would she hesitate to leave him without a second thought?

Thinking about this, Byron inexplicably felt a bit annoyed. “If you want the rosewood, come with me on the weekend to attend a party at Breezy Tides Island.”

“What kind of party is it?”

Cora’s rationality wasn’t swept away by the allure of the rosewood. Even if she were given billions of dollars, she wouldn’t go if it was a partner-swapping party or something similar.

Although she was currently poor, she still had control over her own body.

“See for yourself.” Byron couldn’t be bothered to explain further and simply handed Cora the paper schedule and invitation card that Carter had just given him.

Cora only looked at the invitation card and immediately furrowed her brows. “Your fiancée’s birthday party? What am I supposed to do there? Isn’t that too much to bear?”

Although she already knew that Jane wasn’t officially Byron’s fiancée yet, Cora couldn’t help but provoke him.

“If she doesn’t mind, what’s your problem?” Byron lit a cigarette and asked.

“Is life too easy for you wealthy people that you intentionally hurt others’ feelings to seek excitement?”

Cora’s eyes dimmed slightly, but she didn’t lose her temper. Instead, she flipped through the schedule of the party.

After finishing his cigarette, Byron pulled the woman who was still standing beside him into his arms and asked, “So, are you going or not?”