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Chapter 34 Bully Her
Chapter 34 Bully Her
Chapter 34 Bully Her
"Mr. Hansen, what do you want to do?" Cora asked.
Being hugged, she glared at Byron.
"Aren't you going to invite me to your home and have a cup of coffee?" Byron asked. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
He hugged her easily. His steps were brisk, and his tone was pleasant.
"Are you sure you just want a cup of coffee instead of anything else?" Cora asked.
She glanced at Byron coldly.
She didn't know that wearing this dress, her anger and her provocative words would arise Byron's
desire.
His arms, as sturdy as iron, firmly enveloped her, unwilling to release their grip.
In a blink of an eye, he brought her to the door of her apartment.
"Open the door," he said.
His words were concise like an order.
Coupled with his innate strong aura, ordinary people would not be able to disobey him.
But Cora didn't want to have any intimacy with him at all, so she didn't open the door even if she felt
great pressure.
Unexpectedly, Byron grabbed her index finger and put it on the fingerprint lock.
Soon, the artificial intelligence made a voice. "The lock was successfully unlocked."
Cora was speechless.
As soon as the door opened, Byron hugged her behind the door. Without even turning on the light, he
kissed her.
He'd wanted to do it ever since he saw her dressed up at the engagement party tonight.
"Mr. Hansen, please behave yourself! We haven't negotiated the price yet!" Cora said.
She laughed at herself while simultaneously mocking Byron.
But Byron didn't seem to hear this at all, and the movements of his hands didn't stop.
Cora was annoyed, so she started struggling.
Byron had been practicing fighting. Every time he could predict Cora's moves in advance so that Cora
couldn't fight against him at all.
Cora felt powerlessness and humiliation instantly, and the tears she had been holding back before
finally burst at this moment.
However, she didn't cry out loud but shed tears quietly.
Byron was still devoting himself to what he wanted to do until he accidentally kissed Cora's tears.
He was surprised.
"Are you crying?" He asked.
No one responded to him, and he touched the switch near the gate.
The headlights in the house turned on, illuminating the whole room. At the same time, Byron saw
Cora's red nose from crying clearly, and he frowned immediately.
He asked, "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you just now?"
When he touched her, his movements were gentle.
Because when he touched Cora for the first time, he found that her skin was very delicate, and it would
leave marks on it with a light touch.
Cora didn't respond to him. She just drooped her head and wept quietly.
Strangely, although she didn't cry out, the scene of her quietly crying still made Byron irritated.
He reached out to wipe the tears on Cora's face, and coaxed her with a soft voice that he had never
used before. "Don't cry."
But Cora's tears became more and more.
She even raised her hand and patted Byron's hand which was wiping her tears away.
She yelled at him like an angry cat, "Don't touch me! Everyone in your family is wicked! Seeing that I
don't have any relatives now, you bully me!"
Although he helped her just now, he couldn't do whatever he wanted to her.
"They are not my family." Byron frowned.
But Cora didn't want to listen to him now, and she said, "You bastards! If my father and brother were
here, you would have been beaten by them long ago."
Cora thought of her elder brother. Even though he was her half-brother, he doted on her since she was
young and would not allow her to suffer.
Cora cried hard as if she wanted to pour out all the tears she had accumulated in the past three
months.
She collapsed, and she couldn't control herself.
She didn't remember how long she had been crying. All she remembered was being enveloped in
Byron's embrace before exhaustion claimed her, lulling her into a deep sleep.
The next morning when she woke up, she saw Byron's handsome face.
Because he didn't open his eyes, he lost his usual sharp aura. Instead, he looked a little harmless, but
the only thing that remained the same was that he was full of hormones.
Maybe Cora was jealous that his eyelashes were longer than hers, and she caressed his brows and
eyes gently.
However, the moment she touched him, he grabbed her hand and opened his eyes.
Between his eyes, there was no sleepy look that he should have had when he just woke up, only a
sense of aggression.
"Are you awake?" His magnetic voice was slightly hoarse.
"Yeah." Cora met his gaze and wanted to withdraw her hand in embarrassment.
But for some reason, her action seemed to touch a switch on Byron's body. He suddenly turned around
and approached her.