Chapter 187 No Chance
As soon as the words left her mouth, Cora startled even
herself.
Influenced by Flora, she despised being the interloper to
destroy someone else’s relationship.
Yet now, she was contemplating a reckless act of stealing
Byron away from his wedding…
“I was just joking.” She quickly covered up her emotions, ready
to reach for a beer from the fridge to calm herself down.
However, before her hand could reach it, Byron firmly pressed
her against the fridge door.
He slightly bent down, his handsome face coming close to
hers, close enough to see the fine lines on each other’s skin
and feel each other’s unique breath.
Cora was startled, and her originally enchanting and
coquettish eyes turned pure like a clear spring at this moment.
“Mr. Hansen, you…”
She wanted to say something.
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But Byron interrupted her, “How do you know if you don’t try? Perhaps you won’t even need to steal.”
He continued staring at her, and something seemed to flash ccross his perfect face.
Cora couldn’t read him, feeling that Byron was even more unpredictable than usual.
She was uncertain whether he spoke sincerely or was merely
teasing.
For a moment, she felt thrilled, thinking that maybe Byron
liked her in the same way she liked him, encouraging her to go
for it.
As she calmed down, Cora felt that she might have
overthought it.
A man like Byron could have any woman he wanted, and his kindness toward her might just be a momentary interest.
To seek affirmation, she asked Byron, “Are you telling me that
even if I try to steal you, I won’t have a chance?”
If he indeed loved her, she was ready to throw caution to the
wind and plunge into an intense love affair.
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“You can think that way if you want,” Byron replied
nonchalantly.
At that moment, Cora was extremely grateful that she didn’t reveal too much of her true feelings. Otherwise, she would
have been in an awkward situation.
But also, his response diminished the intense impulsion she
felt earlier.
Pushing Byron away, she grabbed a beer and opened it to take a few sips.
The cold and refreshing taste eased the bitterness in her
throat.
“Don’t drink too much,” Byron reminded her with a frown.
“It’s fine. I don’t have to work this afternoon, and I’ve already
submitted my wood carving piece for the competition.”
It was a rare indulgence for her this afternoon.
“What are your chances of winning the woodcarving
competition?” Byron asked, seemingly casually.
“It’s hard to say,” she replied.
She had dedicated all her energy and time to her artwork and
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naturally hoped to win an award.
However, it was a national competition held every five years, and there would be many masterpieces submitted. Standing cut from such a talented pool would be challenging.
“Are you asking me to treat you to dinner if I win?” Cora felt strange about his frequent inquiries about the woodcarving
competition.
“What else could it be?” Byron responded, appearing c cky.
Sighing lightly, Cora said, “Alright, if I really win, I’ll cook all the frozen food in the fridge for you.”
“I don’t want to eat them. I’ll eat something else.”
“What?”
Without warning, Byron leaned down and kissed her…
Soon, Cora discovered the reason for Byron’s recent interest in
the woodcarving competition. On the afternoon of Christmas, she saw Byron at the woodcarving competition awards
ceremony.
