Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 73

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Cora never expected that Byron would do such a thing to her in this cramped bathroom.

There were people passing by outside from time to time, occasionally accompanied by the sound of their conversations.

But those people would never have guessed that a clandestine affair was unfolding in this tiny space.

"Cora?

"Are you in there, Cora?"

In the hazy state of mind, Cora heard Tyler's slightly anxious voice calling out to her.

Cora's consciousness returned, and she wanted to break free from Byron's grasp.

But Byron didn't let go, and he lowered his voice to ask her, "Are you sure you want to see Tyler in this state?"

Cora lowered her head and looked at her own embarrassed state alongside Byron's. She had no choice but to give up struggling.

It wasn't because she was afraid of Tyler finding out something, but simply because she didn't want anyone to think that she was such a loose woman.

However, in Byron's eyes, her silence was a sign of her concern for Tyler.

This feeling drove him completely out of control and made him lose his mind.

Cora also felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown. Fortunately, at that moment, she heard Tyler's voice outside as he called Sally.

"Sally, Cora is not in the restroom. Can you see if she's near the private room? I'll check the fire escape over there."

Accompanied by his words, Tyler's footsteps gradually faded away.

After that, Cora finally felt relieved.

At the same time, Byron's phone started ringing.

The abrupt ringtone caused both of them to visibly startle.

But Byron had no intention of answering the call. He let the phone ring and continued his intimate actions.

Cora, unwilling to be possessed by Byron, took advantage of his distraction and retrieved the phone from his pocket.

On the phone screen, there was only a string of mobile numbers displayed without a contact name.

But Cora had a good memory, and she instantly recognized that these numbers were the same as the ones from that day when she mistakenly answered Jane's phone call.

"Your fiancée is calling you!"

Her eyes were filled with a drunken blush, exuding charm and allure, but deep down in her gaze, there was only provocation.

"If your fiancée sees you shamelessly forcing another woman but refusing to meet her, what expression do you think she would have?"

Byron indifferently passed the two of them without saying a word.

Harry frowned and wanted to say something, but he noticed that Byron had one hand in his pocket.

In addition, after Byron came out, the bathroom just now was closed from the inside again.

As men, Harry naturally understood what was going on, so he quickly defused the situation. "He must have had too much to drink and got the wrong restroom."

"Did Byron drink too much just now? I didn't see him drink much."

Jane didn't notice the commotion in the restroom. All her attention was focused on Byron, but she had a vague feeling that something was off.

"Jane, you may not have noticed that the alcohol content of the drink tonight is high."

Harry fooled Jane with a serious expression, and then he led her back to the private room.

When the sound of footsteps outside gradually faded away, Cora breathed a sigh of relief.

But she also knew that she wasn't in the right state to return to Tyler's dinner party. So she sent a message to Sally, saying that she had some things to attend to and left after tidying up her sticky body.

But as soon as she returned to the entrance of her apartment building, Byron was standing by the flower bed, smoking a cigarette.

He squinted his eyes, accompanied by the flickering cigarette in his hand. His expression was as elusive as the ever-changing depths of the dark sea, leaving people unable to grasp or fathom.

Cora glanced at him but ignored him like a stranger, calmly entering the elevator.