Chapter 560 I'm Not Worth

• It Byron's face sank instantly when Cora was slow to speak. Cora hadn't asked about that point. It was hard for him to make up his mind to ask it, and Cora was still avoiding it. It made Byron feel as if Cora didn't care about it at all, as if anyone who touched him could. Byron's gloom made the air inside the helicopter phantom into ice cream, zapping everyone. Carter couldn't help but wrap his shirt around him. But then Cora smiled. She didn't snicker but laughed openly. Her smile was beautiful, but Byron felt more like he was mocking himself, and his mood got worse. "What are you laughing at? You think anyone can touch me?" Byron said, even looking out of the helicopter in chagrin.
• If he hadn't heard it himself, Carter couldn't believe that the awe-inspiring Byron was so childish. But he also knew very well that if Byron's mood didn't turn for the better today, no one would be able to have a good time. So Carter even tried to cast a quiet look at Cora, hoping she'd coax the man into a rage. But before he could convey his meaning to Cora, he heard Cora say, "I know you. If she did touch you, it would have been her ashes you brought tonight." Cora finished, offering to hug Byron's arm. "
• What are you mad about? We should get home. Martin's going to be waiting impatiently." Byron was still very reluctant to bother Cora, wanting to let Cora know that he could not be easily angered. But listening to her soft voice and feeling her warmth coming from his arm, Byron felt again that it didn't matter so much. So he quickly volunteered to put his arm around Cora's shoulders and smile. "Okay, let's go home!" Carter saw the whole thing, from Byron's anger to his relief, and just thought the couple was very sweet. As Byron's helicopter lifted off to fly to New York, Isidra had been taken away overnight for investigation. Brett and Eleanor were very troubled by the situation. Reporters swarmed the door of the mansion, trying to get a first-hand account.