In the middle of the night, Cora put on a voluptuous gold silk dress and came to Byron's villa.
The timing was good. When she arrived, the lights were already turned on in the villa, and people were inside.
Cora rang the doorbell, and soon Byron came to the door wearing a bathrobe.
"Aren't you staying with that man in the hotel? What are you doing here?"
Byron looked frivolously at her slender waist under the dress.
Cora knew this man was a little bit of saying one thing and meaning another. "No one is more important than my husband."
Seeing that the man was still staring at her waist, she bluntly lifted his big palm and placed it on her waist.
But the man quickly withdrew his hand. "Miss Lane, I'm obsessed with cleanliness, and I don't like to feel other people's warmth on it."
He was still doubting her!
"There is no other person's warmth, only yours."
Cora leaned forward, hugged his neck, and whispered in his ear with red lips seductively, "If you still don't believe me..."
The man didn't push her away this time but looked at her amorous face. "So what if I don't believe you?"
"Then I'll..."
Cora smiled and replaced her words with actions.
Casually, she tore off the dress.
Such a bold move should be the only one time in her life.
The reason was to make Byron believe her.
"You knew how easy it is for me to have marks. It must not be like this if there is anything to do with others."
She could feel that Byron's eyes became presumptuous at this moment.
She was too ashamed even to lift her head.
But Byron still pinched her chin arbitrarily, so her embarrassed eyes had to meet his.
"Who did you learn these tricks from?" Byron squinted as if he was exploring something.
When Cora heard it, her heart started sinking again.
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I somehow find Cora childish...