Chapter 141 No Chance

• As soon as the words left her mouth, Cora startled even herself. Influenced by Flora, she despised being the interloper to destroy someone else’s relationship. Yet now, she was contemplating the reckless act of stealing Byron away from his wedding. “I was just joking.” She quickly covered up her emotions, ready to reach for a beer from the fridge to calm herself down. However, before her hand could reach it, Byron firmly pressed her against the fridge door. He slightly bent down, his handsome face coming close to hers, close enough to see the fine lines on each other’s skin and feel each other’s unique breath. Cora was startled, and her originally enchanting and coquettish eyes turned pure like a clear spring at this moment.
• “Mr. Hansen, you..." She wanted to say something. But Byron interrupted her, “How do you know if you don’t try? Perhaps you won’t even need to steal.” He continued staring at her, and something seemed to flash across his perfect face. Cora couldn’t read him, feeling that Byron was even more unpredictable than usual. She was uncertain whether he spoke sincerely or was merely teasing. For a moment, she felt thrilled, thinking that maybe Byron liked her in the same way she liked him, encouraging her to go for it. As she calmed down, Cora felt that she might have overthought it. A man like Byron could have any woman he wanted, and his kindness toward her might just be a momentary interest.
• To seek affirmation, she asked Byron, “Are you telling me that even if I try to steal you, I won’t have a chance?” If he indeed loved her, she was ready to throw caution to the wind and plunge into an intense love affair. “You can think that way if you want,” Byron replied nonchalantly. At that moment, Cora was extremely grateful that she didn’t reveal too much of her true feelings. Otherwise, she would have been in an awkward situation. But also, his response diminished the intense impulsion she felt earlier. Pushing Byron away, she grabbed a beer and opened it to take a few sips. The cold and refreshing taste eased the bitterness in her throat. “Don’t drink too much,” Byron reminded her with a frown. “It’s fine. I don’t have to work this afternoon, and I’ve already submitted my wood carving piece for the competition.” It was a rare indulgence for her this afternoon.