Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband
Chapter 187 No Chance

Chapter 187 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 a 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 tocalm 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 lineson 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 springat 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 tosteal.”

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 amomentary interest.

To seek affirmation, she asked Byron, "Are you telling me that even if I try to steal you, I won't havea chance?"

If he indeed loved her, she was ready to throw caution to the wind and plunge into an intense loveaffair.

"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 forthe competition.”

It was a rare indulgence for her this afternoon.

"What are your chances of winning the woodcarving competition?" Byron asked, seemingly casually."It's hard to say," she replied.

She had dedicated all her energy and time to her artwork and naturally hoped to win an award.However, it was a national competition held every five years, and there would be many masterpiecessubmitted. Standing out from such a talented pool would be challenging.

"Are you asking me to treat you to dinner if I win?" Cora felt strange about his frequent inquiriesabout the woodcarving competition

"What else could it be?" Byron responded, appearing cocky.

Sighing lightly, Cora said, "Alright, if I really win, I'll cook all the frozen food in the fridge for you.”"I don't want to eat them. I'll eat something else.”

"What?"

Without warning, Byron leaned down and kissed her.

Soon, Cora discovered the reason for Byron's recent interest in the woodcarving competition. Onthe afternoon of Christmas, she saw Byron at the woodcarving competition awards ceremony.