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Chapter 44 His Arrival
Chapter 44 His Arrival
Chapter 44 His Arrival
Cora lay on the bed for a long time, conjuring up images of her father's funeral, her mother lying in the
intensive care unit with burns, and her brother's arrest.
That scene suffocated her feel almost out of breath. Finally, her mind was completely exhausted from
thinking about things. She was drifting off when she felt someone lift her quilt and touch her waist from
behind.
She woke up immediately and quickly turned over to avoid the person behind her.
"Who is it?" As Cora stepped back, she grabbed her phone, intending to call the police.
But at this moment, the black figure grabbed her ankle and pulled her into his arms.
Cora tried to fight back, but the man seemed to know her tricks. He was unharmed and even held her
ankle firmly.
Unable to break free, Cora bit the man's shoulder.
At this time, a familiar male voice reached her ear.
"It's me."
Cora froze.
She naturally recognized the male voice as cold and stern as a rock. It was Byron.
She hurriedly let go and turned on the bedside lamp.
Byron's chiseled and charming facial features became clear as the warm yellow light illuminated the
room.
He wore black shirt and trousers, looking at her with a half-smile.
Cora didn't know if it was because of the light, but there was a little more tenderness in those deep and
unpredictable eyes than usual.
"Are you that timid?" He asked.
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She used to live either at home or in a school dormitory and never lived alone.
She still remembered she almost stayed up all night the first day she moved into the LO apartment.
Even now, if she heard something, she would wake up immediately.
Only during the few nights that Byron was here could she sleep peacefully until dawn.
This might also be the main reason why she compromised several times to let Byron stay overnight
and wanted to try to develop a romantic relationship with Byron, as Sally suggested.
Cora truly hoped that she could have someone to accompany her, even without the purpose of uniting
in matrimony.
"Are you a dog?"
Cora looked up and saw Byron pull off his collar, revealing the bruise she had just bitten.
"I didn't know it was you."
Feeling guilty after biting his noble body, Cora quickly changed the topic.
"How did you get in here?"
"When I saw your access card in the morning, I took my fingerprints," he said calmly, as if it was a
matter of course.
Cora was annoyed. After all, this was her home. He should have asked her permission before he took
his fingerprints.
But Byron lay down and urged her, "Won't you sleep? Do you want to be late tomorrow?"
Cora didn't want to be late for work, and now there were only more than six hours left before work. She
could only hurriedly turn off the lights and go to sleep, planning to talk about the fingerprints matter
tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Byron suddenly approached her from behind and kissed the back of her neck.
"No." Cora instinctively wanted to refuse. She agreed to let him come, not to let him do something to
her.
"Just once." Byron's voice was already hoarse.
Cora didn't know if it was because Byron's pleading voice was too charming or if she didn't want to
sleep as soon as possible. She let him do what he wanted in the end.
The next day, Cora had just changed into the white gown in the office when Sally came to her. She
handed Cora a bottle of milk and then poked the collar slipping off. "It was quite wild last night, huh?"
Cora quickly pulled back her collar, pretending to be calm. "No."
"No? Then what's the matter with your swollen eyes?"
Cora was slightly embarrassed.
Last night, she couldn't resist Byron's pleading and had sex with him as he wished.
As a result, he kept her awake all night.
As certain images crossed her mind, her face grew increasingly flushed.
Fortunately, Sally didn't get to the bottom of it. "Drink the milk, and I'll go and see if anyone in the
emergency room needs help."
Unexpectedly, just as Sally left, a nurse hurriedly opened the door and came in. "Cora, Dr. Cohen
asked me to tell you that Mia is in your mother's ward."
The bottle of milk Cora had just fallen to the ground, the milk splashing all over the floor.
She couldn't care about it and rushed to the sterile ward.