Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband
Chapter 800

Chapter 800 Gossiping?

Georgia was the kind of person who felt like napping after a satisfying meal.

So, she began to yawn after finishing a big bowl of spaghetti.

"Isidra, are you done eating? Let's go upstairs, freshen up, and sleep,” she urged.

Isidra, however, tried to act nonchalant while savoring her spaghetti. "You go ahead. I'll join you in abit."

Georgia decided to head upstairs on her own.

Meanwhile, Isidra was already quite full.

But Byron was still eating his spaghetti while working on his computer.

She pretended to focus on her meal and silently continued eating.

Maybe it was the alluring profile of Byron that captivated her. Isidra unconsciously devoured theentire bow! of spaghetti.

Despite feeling satisfied, Isidra wasn't ready to head upstairs just yet. After all, having this late-nightopportunity to be alone with Byron was rare.

"Mr. Hansen, you're working so late?"

Isidra tried her best to strike up a conversation with Byron.

However, Byron seemed oblivious. His long fingers danced across the keyboard.

Undeterred, Isidra continued, "No wonder they say that the more talented someone is, the harderthey work..."

Byron had always been cold toward Isidra. She pondered if her approach was wrong and if it washer attitude that displeased him.

Maybe Byron was so used to being flattered that he couldn't stand her somewhat similar attitude.Hence, she decided to try a different tactic, attempting to compliment Byron with a more flatteringtone.

However, Byron suddenly shot a cold, stern look at her and said, "Stop bothering me. Finish yourmeal and go upstairs.”

His command was curt, devoid of any emotional tone.

His words were like orders, leaving Isidra feeling downhearted.

She began to wonder if she had upset him by interrupting his work.

Just then, Cora came downstairs.

She was wearing a simple yet elegant nightgown that neatly covered her body.

Her long hair was tied up in a bun.

Unlike her usual dresses that exuded charm, Cora now appeared slightly playful.

When Cora noticed Isidra, she nodded and greeted her. "Isidra, still up at this hour?”

"Just got back from shopping with Georgia and felt a bit hungry. When I saw Mr. Hansen eatingspaghetti, I joined in," Isidra replied.

Isidra appeared to explain her alone time with Byron. She slipped in some additional remarks whileexplaining the reason for their time together.

But Cora didn't quite catch the emphasis in Isidra's words and said, "More spaghetti? I feel a bithungry tonight for some reason.”

"I'll have the kitchen make more for you." Byron volunteered.

"Thank you.” Cora quietly grabbed Byron's hand, expressing her gratitude with a subtle gesture.

It was a typical interaction between them in private.

But when Isidra saw Cora holding onto Byron's hand, her heart felt like needles had pricked it.Unconsciously, Isidra blurted out, "Dr. Lane, Mr. Hansen is working now. Holding his hand like thismight affect his work."

Cora was taken aback.

She hadn't considered that aspect, as she often did these things with Byron even when he was busy.As she contemplated letting go of his hand, Byron suddenly tightened his grip on hers and gaveIsidra a cold glance.

"It's not an outsider's business to comment if I'm intimate with my wife."

The word outsider instantly robbed Isidra of any grounds to speak.

Isidra was speechless

She wanted to ask Byron why he couldn't be as accepting of her as he was with Cora.

But with Cora still observing her, a powerful sense of pride prevented Isidra from uttering anotherword.

In the end, she could only rush upstairs, her heart stinging.