Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 617

"There is no next time in a car! Stop daydreaming!"

Even though they weren't on a video call, Cora pictured him leaning against the car yesterday, smoking, with a cold and maddeningly attractive demeanor.

"Not in a car? Then how about the bedroom or the living room? I won't mind the balcony either!"

Perhaps because they couldn't see each other, the man on the other end of the phone became increasingly nonsensical.

Cora was annoyed. "If you keep talking nonsense, I won't talk to you anymore."

Through the phone, Byron chuckled, "Okay. Come downstairs then, can you?"

Cora opened the curtain and saw that he was indeed standing by the car downstairs, smoking, just like last night.

As if in sync, he also looked up, and their eyes met.

Even though they were distant from each other, it felt like pink bubbles were floating in the air.

"You should leave there. I won't come downstairs." Cora didn't want a repeat of what happened last night.

She hadn't agreed to start over with him, so they shouldn't act like they were already back to being together.

But Byron was adamant. "I want to see you. If you don't come down, I won't leave."

It had been over ten hours since their intimacy last night.

In these hours, not a moment passed without him thinking of her.

This longing was even stronger than during the period they were in passionate love with each other.

He felt like his blood was boiling inside, making him restless.

Only her presence acted as an antidote.

Cora didn't respond and hung up the phone.

She wanted to make it clear that she wouldn't indulge him.

However, for the next hour or so, she couldn't stop herself from peeking through the curtains to see if the man downstairs had left.

And every time she looked, she found him still there, smoking and occasionally glancing up at her.

"He smokes too much! Isn't he afraid of death?" Cora muttered, annoyed.

"Why is he still there?" She grumbled.