Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 800

Georgia was the kind of person who felt like napping after a satisfying meal.

So, she began to yawn after finishing a big bowl of spaghetti.

"Isidra, are you done eating? Let's go upstairs, freshen up, and sleep," she urged.

Isidra, however, tried to act nonchalant while savoring her spaghetti. "You go ahead. I'll join you in a bit."

Georgia decided to head upstairs on her own.

Meanwhile, Isidra was already quite full.

But Byron was still eating his spaghetti while working on his computer.

She pretended to focus on her meal and silently continued eating.

Maybe it was the alluring profile of Byron that captivated her. Isidra unconsciously devoured the entire bowl of spaghetti.

Despite feeling satisfied, Isidra wasn't ready to head upstairs just yet. After all, having this late-night opportunity to be alone with Byron was rare.

"Mr. Hansen, you're working so late?"

Isidra tried her best to strike up a conversation with Byron.

However, Byron seemed oblivious. His long fingers danced across the keyboard.

Undeterred, Isidra continued, "No wonder they say that the more talented someone is, the harder they work..."

Byron had always been cold toward Isidra. She pondered if her approach was wrong and if it was her attitude that displeased him.

Maybe Byron was so used to being flattered that he couldn't stand her somewhat similar attitude.

Hence, she decided to try a different tactic, attempting to compliment Byron with a more flattering tone.

However, Byron suddenly shot a cold, stern look at her and said, "Stop bothering me. Finish your meal and go upstairs."

His command was curt, devoid of any emotional tone.

His words were like orders, leaving Isidra feeling downhearted.

She began to wonder if she had upset him by interrupting his work.

Unconsciously, Isidra blurted out, "Dr. Lane, Mr. Hansen is working now. Holding his hand like this might affect his work."

Cora was taken aback.

She hadn't considered that aspect, as she often did these things with Byron even when he was busy.

As she contemplated letting go of his hand, Byron suddenly tightened his grip on hers and gave Isidra a cold glance.

"It's not an outsider's business to comment if I'm intimate with my wife."

The word outsider instantly robbed Isidra of any grounds to speak.

Isidra was speechless.

She wanted to ask Byron why he couldn't be as accepting of her as he was with Cora.

But with Cora still observing her, a powerful sense of pride prevented Isidra from uttering another word.

In the end, she could only rush upstairs, her heart stinging.