"Mr. Hansen, shall I take you somewhere else?" Instead of immediately getting out of the car and opening the door, Carter asked Byron.
The latter seemed to have noticed something and quickly looked toward the figure at the villa entrance.
In the dim light, Byron squinted his eyes.
Even before he could react, Cora, squatting in front of the gate, sensed something and looked up toward the car. She quickly covered the distance in a few steps and reached the car.
"Byron, Carter, good evening."
She smiled at them, seemingly unaffected by the previous cold treatment.
Carter didn't respond and looked at Byron again, waiting for his final decision.
After a moment of contemplation, Byron said, "No need."
With that, he pushed open the car door and got out.
Seeing Byron stepping out of the car, Cora followed suit.
"Byron, why are you coming back so late?"
Her smile was still charming and coquettish as if they hadn't been separated for these past years, as if everything was the same as before.
Because of this, when Cora followed him into the villa, Byron didn't reject her outright.
Succeeding in entering Byron's private territory once again, Cora couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
However, when she caught a whiff of alcohol on him, she frowned.
"You shouldn't have drunk so much. Given your past injuries, you need proper rest."
She also suggested, "How about I make you a hangover soup, just like the one I made for you a few times before?"
Her words reminded Byron of their sweet past.
But for all the sweetness they had, the past four years of rebuilding his life alone had been incredibly despairing.
With the influence of alcohol, he suddenly pushed Cora against the wall.
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