Chapter 208 How Can It Not Be Sweet?

• No matter how uncertain she felt, Cora would keep her word. So after getting off work, she went home and wore the black nightdress that Byron wanted her to wear, but she refused to put it on before. In addition, she was holding a plate of freshly washed grapes in her hand. When Byron returned to her apartment, he pushed the door open and saw her lying on the couch enchantingly with a plate of grapes in her hand. “What is up with you?” Although it appeared from his words that he disapproved of her peculiar behavior, Cora was aware that he actually did. After he came in, his eyes were fixed on her, and his voice was extremely hoarse. Moreover, when he walked slowly toward her, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie. His burning eyes made Cora’s face hot as well. He just leaned in front of her like that and got very close to her, which made Cora a little worried that he would do something before she got to talk to him. “How about I feed you some grapes?” She quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze.
• But besides her ears, his breathing was obviously a little faster, and the smell of aftershave mixed with tobacco on his b*dy seemed to linger around the tip of her nose, teasing her senses. Even without any physical contact, her b*dy was inexplicably numb, giving her the urge to run away. She didn’t know if he found out that she wanted to escape, and he suddenly said, “Aren’t you going to feed me grapes? Why don’t you start peeling them?” Therefore, Cora could only temporarily give up the idea of running away, peeled a grape, and brought it to his l*ps. “Is it sweet?” She asked. “You peeled it, so how can it not be sweet?” Cora didn’t know what to say. She felt that he was talking dirty to her, but she had no proof. Seeing that she didn’t have anything to say, the man said again, “One more, please.” Cora had no choice but to peel another grape and feed him. He swallowed it, and the tip of his tongue touched her fingertips along the way. The flames that were jumping in his deep eyes made her want to run away. But his hand suddenly grabbed her waist and brought her into his arms.
• “What are you trying to do?” In his eyes, this woman had never bothered to please anyone actively. Despite possessing an alluring appearance akin to that of a vixen and consistently exuding charm, she maintained a remarkably conservative stance on matters of this nature. He had asked her several times to put on s**ty clothes for him, but she refused. Today, he didn’t say anything, but she put this nightdress on and even peeled grapes for him to eat. It was difficult for him not to think that she had other motives. But she was still pretending. “Can’t I just wear something s**ty and peel some grapes for you?” Byron directly pushed her down on the couch. “If you don’t say it now, then there will be no chance to say it.” His hand reached into her dress.