Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 43 Obsession

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Byron didn't make a sound. He took a deep puff of the cigarette and nodded slightly.

Jane was naturally dissatisfied with his cruelly indifferent response.

But thinking that their marriage would soon be put on the agenda and Byron would belong to her, Jane

didn't show her dissatisfaction.

She said, "I forgot to bring the invitation card. How about I bring it to your home tomorrow? It's been a

while since I saw your parents, brother, and sister. And I'd like to take this opportunity to visit them."

Actually, it was not that she had forgotten to bring the invitation card, but she wanted to use this excuse

to meet him and his family and avoid making an appointment with his assistant.

"It's up to you." Byron lit another cigarette after finishing one.

He kept smoking, and everyone else could tell he was in a bad mood. Even though he didn't do other

things, people could feel full of oppression.

Harry was worried he would scare Jane, so he joked, "Jane, you and Byron haven't seen each other for

a long time. Can you stop being like a subordinate reporting to your superiors? We won't mind if you

show your affection in front of us."

"Harry, please don't say that."

Even though Jane said so, she looked at Byron and her shyness was palpable.

But Byron was still smoking and didn't even take the drink Harry handed over.

He asked Harry in a cold voice, "Didn't you ask me to come to talk about that batch of equipment?"

Actually, from the moment Harry brought Jane into the box, he knew Harry didn't ask him out to talk

about equipment at all.

Harry felt wronged. He just wanted to create an opportunity for Byron and Jane to meet.

"I did plan to talk about it, but Jane is here. I don't want to kill the mood."

He found an excuse to end that topic, but Byron said, "Okay then. I'm leaving."

At the same time as he finished speaking, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, got up, and walked out.

"Byron!"

Harry hurriedly chased him out.

The two men left one after the other. Sensing Byron's indifference and disregard for her, Jane was in a

bad mood.

But fortunately, the people in the box were all worldly-wise.

Seeing that Jane was upset, they started talking and joking to divert Jane's attention.

"Dr. Yoris, I haven't been able to eat at home recently. What do you think is wrong with me?"

Before Jane could answer, someone diagnosed that person. "If people can't eat the food at home, they

most likely have eaten out. Just beat them and warn them not to eat out again. If it doesn't work, just

beat them twice."

Several people were talking and laughing, and Jane forced a smile.

Outside the box, Harry caught up with Byron.

"Byron, were you with Cora last night?"

Byron glanced at him coldly but didn't respond.

But even if he didn't answer, Harry knew the answer.

Although Byron and Cora didn't interact much at the dinner last night, as a man, Harry could see that

Byron had been focused on Cora all night.

Harry didn't want to intervene if Byron were just interested in Cora on a whim.

But Byron was obviously on the verge of losing control, so Harry had to keep an eye on him.

"Jane called me in the morning and kept making insinuations about whether you have been with

another woman recently. I have been beaten the bush around, and I feel full of guilt."

Jane had been Harry's goddess since he was a child. Lying to her made him feel more guilty than

murder and arson.

He even lied to her goddess to guard Byron's relationship. So he thought Byron would listen to him

more or less.

But Byron still said coldly, "You can tell her."

"Are you crazy? If I tell her, you two will break up."

Perhaps because he felt his words were inappropriate, before Byron could speak, Harry went on to say,

"As your friend, I don't want you to miss Jane. Jane is down-to-earth, hard-working, and modest. Such

a girl is rare. Many men want a woman like her but can't find..."

But Byron had heard these words too many times, and he didn't have the patience to listen to Harry. So

he strode away.

Looking at Byron's resolute leaving back, Harry frowned and said to himself, "He is really obsessed

with Cora! Byron, how can I save you?"