Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 33 Hug Her

Chapter 33 Hug Her

During the ride back, Cora sat in the back seat next to Byron, while Carter occupied the driver's seat.

Cora left with Byron, but she didn't want to have more contact with him. Even if he helped her just now,

she didn't dare to over-interpret it.

She even wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but Carter locked the passenger door.

"I'll get off at the subway entrance," Cora said after the car started for a while.

However, the two men in the car didn't respond to her as if they were deaf.

Cora got annoyed and said, "I said, stop here."

Carter didn't take it seriously, and he continued to drive. Byron also continued to lean on the back of the

chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Seeing that no one responded to her, Cora planned to open the door directly. The speed of the car was

not fast anyway.

Byron said she shouldn't come here. Didn't it mean that he didn't want to see her?

Cora was afraid that she would not be able to gain a foothold in New York in the future if she offended

him. Otherwise, she wanted to beat him up.

Since she couldn't afford to offend him, she could hide from him.

But unexpectedly, the moment Cora was about to open the door, Byron, who was closing his eyes and

having a rest, looking noble and cold, approached her immediately.

He grabbed her hand, and his other hand went around behind her and pinched her butt.

He said, "What are you doing? Do you think I'm the driver?"

He didn't hit her hard, but Cora felt her face burning.

She had never been beaten here since she was young, and Carter was still in the car.

She became more annoyed and wanted to break free from his grip.

But Byron held onto her hand and her waist tightly.

"Release me! I won't open the door." She didn't want to be too close to him when there were other

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"No, I don't know if you will make any dangerous moves," Byron said.

Cora was speechless.

She didn't know how to refute such a rightful reason.

As Byron put his arms around her waist, he adjusted his sitting posture a little and continued to lean

against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

He clasped Cora's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined.

He was very close to Cora now, and his legs, perfectly wrapped in black trousers, were sticking to the

legs exposed from her skirt.

In addition to the strong visual impact, she felt that the temperature on his body was a bit scorching,

which made her want to hide involuntarily.

But as soon as she moved, Carter, who kept silent all the time, said, "Mr. Hansen has jet lag. Let him

rest for a while."

Cora was speechless.

She suspected that Carter was lying to her, but she was not sure.

Soon, the rhythmic sound of his steady breathing reached her ears, prompting her to steal a quiet

glance at the man sitting beside her.

With the light constantly coming in from the car window, Cora could see that there were dark circles on

his handsome face.

Although this did not affect his charm, she could tell that he had not had a good rest recently.

Cora didn't move anymore, letting Byron hug her.

After all, he helped her today, so she couldn't be so ruthless to him.

Because of Cora's compromise, the atmosphere in the backseat was harmonious.

Carter looked at the scene through the rearview mirror. Byron's strong arms were wrapped around

Cora's slender waist, and his black trousers were attached to her delicate legs. Carter was surprised by

the scene.

Having been with Byron for several years, he had never seen him so close to a woman.

Not even Jane, who was rumored to be Byron's fiancée, had experienced such closeness with him.

Carter couldn't figure out what this meant because Byron was always unpredictable.

Soon, the car slowly stopped downstairs in LO apartment where Cora lived.

Almost as soon as the car stopped, Byron opened his eyes and let go of Cora's hand.

Cora hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Hansen," Cora said.

Her expression of gratitude appeared rather dismissive as she promptly spun around and departed.

Hearing such perfunctory thanks, Byron got out of the car quickly and strode up to Cora to hug her by

the waist.