Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 63 Did He Praise Her?

Chapter 63 Did He Praise Her?

"Miss Lane, may I have a dance with you?"

Cora and Harry both turned their heads and saw Carter standing beside them.

Under the black glasses frame, his poker face was as expressionless as ever.

"Did Byron ask you to come?" Harry only glanced at Carter and then looked up at Byron, who was at

the bar area.

He was holding a wine glass and chatting with several people, including Jane's parents.

But most of the time, those few people were talking, and Byron only responded occasionally.

Maybe their gazes were too obvious, and Byron suddenly glanced over.

There was a little alienation and indifference in his deep eyes. When his eyes met Harry, they were a

little more piercing.

Harry met his gaze. Even if Carter didn't respond to him, he knew the answer.

"Okay. You can dance with Cora first, and I'll talk to Byron."

Harry also deliberately shook the phone to Cora. "Cora, feel free to contact me anytime if you change

your mind."

Cora didn't respond and just smiled.

As soon as Harry left, she smiled apologetically, "Carter, I'm sorry. I have to go to the ladies' room."

She had never been someone who could be manipulated by others easily.

"It's okay." Carter actually didn't want to dance with Cora, but someone's possessiveness was so

strong that he didn't want to see Cora and Harry dance together, so he asked Carter to come over.

But Carter also knew that at this time, whoever danced with Cora would not end well, including Carter

himself.

However, Cora was very smart and resolved the embarrassment between the two of them just right.

In the men's bathroom, Harry followed Byron as soon as he came in.

"Byron, I just want to help you take care of the mess quickly. Are you angry?"

Two men with the same outstanding aura stood in front of the sink and washed their hands. Harry

observed Byron's expression through the mirror.

But Byron didn't express any expression from the beginning to the end, let alone look at Harry.

"You seem to have too much time recently?"

"Well... It's not that you don't know the situation of my father. He keeps saying that he is handing over

the Cross Group to me, but in fact, he is still afraid that I'll ruin the foundation of our family. He just sits

at the company's headquarters every day and does everything himself."

So, Harry still only needed to manage his company of internet celebrities every day.

Seeing that Byron was about to leave after washing his hands, Harry chased after him.

"By the way, the Yoris family just asked you about the wedding, right? When is the date? Will it be held

at the end of the year?"

Byron didn't answer his questions. "It seems that you really have too much time, and I should ask your

father to arrange a few blind dates for you."

Harry was dumbfounded.

Even if he had too much time, what did it have anything to do with blind dates? Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Just as he was about to catch up and ask Byron, his eyes were suddenly covered...

Byron continued to walk forward, but he didn't know the horrifying scene of Harry being dragged into

the bathroom with a sack bag over his head.

When Byron returned to the hall, Jane was looking at the brochure of today's auction items.

"This pair of earrings is pretty good, but what I like the most is this anklet. Look at the ruby on it. It's so

delicate and charming, and it really satisfies every girl's fantasy."

Byron actually didn't like these things. Apart from being invited, he came to this charity auction only

because his father's birthday was coming, so he came here to get a piece of antique for his father.

He was not interested in other auction items, but Jane enthusiastically handed the brochure in front of

him. "Byron, what do you think?"

Byron glanced impatiently at the anklet on the brochure and then suddenly froze.

The anklet was rose gold, and the ruby was made into pendants of different lengths. On the fair-

skinned feet of the model, it looked delicate and charming.

However, Byron felt that putting this anklet on this model's feet was a waste.

He knew someone who had fairer feet than the model, and she would definitely make the anklet look its

best.

Seeing that it was rare for Byron to look at the thing she liked so intently, Jane couldn't help asking,

"Byron?"

"It should look good on people with fair feet."

Jane was surprised and turned to look at Byron, only to see that he was still staring intently at the

anklet on the brochure. His jawline was slightly tense, and his slightly protruding Adam's apple looked

very hot.

The hotness on her face instantly spread to her neck, and even her ankle seemed to be burning. She

couldn't help shrinking back.