Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 68 I Won't Be Your Side Chick

Chapter 68 I Won't Be Your Side Chick

"You are right. I'm lonely."

Listening to her harsh words, Byron sized up Cora's enchanting figure inch by inch, took a puff of the

cigarette in his hand, and then blew it towards Cora in one breath.

Cora didn't see it coming and coughed.

After recovering, her eyes were inexplicably red and watery.

This delicate appearance made Byron suddenly remember every time he did her hard, and his deep

eyes suddenly darkened a lot.

"Tell me the price." 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.

It was such an insult.

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 trampled on, and her expectations turned into despair. Cora's eyes were red, but she

still smiled coquettishly, looking at Byron.

"Then what kind of price can Mr. Hansen offer this time?"

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.

"What does this mean? Do you want to pay me with a sack? Mr. Hansen, to trample on my self-

esteem, you don't even care about your dignity, do you?"

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 Byron's shirt unintentionally, but her words were full of

mockery.

Byron was about to laugh out of anger. He raised his hand to grab the woman's evil hand on his

neckline and pulled her a little closer.

"Harry was beaten with this sack over his head last night and passed out in the toilet."

At this moment, there were only a few inches left on the lips of the two, and they could clearly smell

each other's breath during their breathing.

The distance between kissing and not kissing was actually more ambiguous than kissing.

Cora suddenly struggled to break free from Byron's hand, and jokingly said, "Because you got the

same kind of sack last night, so you suspect me?"

"Is it not you?" 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.

"Mr. Hansen, you have wronged me. I have to move recently, so I bought a few sacks to pack things. If

you don't believe me, look..."

Cora purposely staggered 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 scattered on the ground.

"You want to move? Is it because I always come to you?" Byron felt a little irritated for no reason and

reached out to unbutton the top of his shirt that was choking him.

"You are overthinking. My landlord wants to increase the rent. I don't have money to pay for it, so I can

only move out."

Cora felt that she was telling this playboy in disguise that he was not as important as he thought.

But she didn't know that her words resolved the restlessness in his heart. "Where do you plan to go?"

"I haven't found it yet. Anyway, there is still a month to go."

She had already gone to a rental agency when she got off work today, but she hadn't found a suitable Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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 shouldn't waste her time on a playboy, Cora turned around and prepared to continue

packing.

But Byron suddenly grabbed her wrist. "If you don't mind, I have a flat at Pearl Bay."

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. "So this is the price you offer tonight?"

Byron frowned.

But before he could answer, Cora pulled his hand away. "The price is good, but I won't be your side

chick."

This time Byron held her slender waist with his backhand and trapped her tightly in his arms. His

handsome face approached, and he said, "Are you sure that you are the sick chick?"