Chapter 66 What If I Frighten Her?

• In the darkness, a tall figure pressed Cora against the door, causing a momentary panic in her heart. But when Cora heard the familiar voice and caught his familiar scent, she relaxed slightly and quickly turned on the nearby light. Their gazes met as the light came on. Cora sensed a hint of reproach in Byron’s eyes. With what he had said, this man seemed angry at her for not disclosing their relationship. However, Cora dismissed it as an illusion. Surely, someone as esteemed as him wouldn’t care about such trivial matters. Convincing herself, Cora replied with a light smile, “Mr. Hansen, the unpresentable is me, not you.” Nonetheless, something in her response seemed to displease him, as a trace of coldness crept into his expression. Byron released the firm grip around her waist, and the warmth that was present a moment ago vanished.
• Cora felt somewhat uneasy, for she had sensed his intense reaction earlier when he pressed close to her, but now he seemed distant. She figured that perhaps it was because Jane was also on the ship tonight. He must not have time to bother with her. “Please close the door before you leave for Dr. Yoris.” Without another word, Cora entered the bathroom. The chilly night breeze was too much for her, and her baby almost froze even with her knit dress on. Cora intended to take a warm bath before getting some rest. However, just as she had taken off her clothes, she found herself suddenly enveloped by Byron’s embrace from behind. His touch was unexpectedly intense. “Mr. Hansen, aren’t you going to find Dr. Yoris? She’s willing to do what I do,” Cora said, recalling the scene on the deck where they closely stood by each other. Compared with that, her relationship with Byron was unpresentable.
• “What if I frighten her and she refuses to shield me in the future? Will you shield me instead of her?” Byron clung to her closely, kissing her fervently as if punishing her. Cora found Byron somewhat strange tonight. However, she couldn’t help feeling upset when hearing him say he didn’t want to frighten Jane. “What if she won’t be frightened but like it?” She asked somewhat provocatively. “You don’t mind frightening me, but worry about frightening Jane. Is my b*dy so cheap that you can trample over it as you like?” Cora thought. “Do you like it?” Byron asked, turning the question back at her. “No!” Cora retorted without hesitation. Then Byron continued to pressure her b*dy relentlessly, asking, “Do you like it?” Finally, she had no choice but to compromise. “Yes…” To salvage her pride, she asked, “When will you give me the rosewood?” “Tomorrow.”