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Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610 Can We Make Up?

Somehow, despite the distance between them, Cora could clearly see the gleam in his deep eyes.

His smile extended from his lips to his eyes, so captivating.

Cora quickly averted her gaze and pulled the curtains shut, saying, "I already told you I'm not your wife. Please leave."

"I won't leave if you don't come down." His voice came with a hint of amusement.

"Are you crazy? The autumn nights in Leucrest Town are much colder than in New York!"

Especially in the deep night, the winds here were howling.

The swaying tree branches on the roadside could show the winds outside were anything but gentle.

What was more, he came here in such a hurry, only wearing thin shirt and slacks.

Staying downstairs all night in this cold would surely make him sick!

But on the other side of the video call, Byron's laughter became even more obvious. "Cora, are you worried about me?"

"I'm not. I just don't want you to fall sick here and then blame it on me," Cora replied.

"That's a good idea. I'll follow your advice! I'll get sick, and you can come to take care of me..."

He chuckled as he spoke in a teasing tone, and his intentions were clear.

Frustrated, Cora hung up the video call.

Byron didn't call back, and he didn't come upstairs either.

Cora thought he had left, so she cautiously lifted a corner of the curtains.

To her surprise, he was still there, smoking a cigarette, and his eyes were fixed on her direction.

Feeling anxious, she quickly positioned the curtains and lay down.

"It would be your own fault if you got sick from the cold, and you can't blame anyone else," she grumbled, trying to ignore the man downstairs.

However, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

In the end, she became restless and put on a coat, heading downstairs.

The freezing cold wind cut through, and Byron was still smoking.

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