Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 250 Incomparable

Chapter 250 Incomparable

"Are you back with him again?"

Lucas' eyes were bloodshot, his anger flaring as he watched Byron pull Cora into his arms.

Without waiting for Cora to answer, he raised his voice again. "Is that why you won't forgive me?"

Cora had originally wanted to wrench herself free and explain the situation so as to clear up any

misunderstandings.

However, seeing Lucas' reaction, she decided to change her approach. "At least my time with him was

not as embarrassing as my time spent with you!"

Lucas felt that she was indirectly admitting that she had returned to Byron's side. "Haven't you always

insisted that you weren't the third party? What's the point of repeating the same mistakes with him?"

Byron was feeling quite pleased because Cora didn't deny their relationship in front of Lucas.

However, his good mood dissipated upon hearing Lucas' words, and he had a sudden urge to punch

Lucas in the face.

At that moment, Cora spoke, "It's better to repeat the same mistakes with him than to be with you. At

least he won't let other women humiliate me!"

Cora thought that Byron had done perfectly in that regard.

"I didn't mean to ignore the scene. I just..."

Lucas was in a panic, knowing that Cora was referring to his lackluster performance when Chloe forced

her to write onstage, whereas Byron had reprimanded Chloe despite Jane's presence.

He had reflected on it afterward, but even if he had the chance to do it all over again, he wouldn't be

able to reprimand Chloe as fiercely as Byron did, because the Quinn family and the Hurst family were

deeply entwined and shared many of the same interests. Moreover, his mother was the president of the

Calligraphy Association. Any insult to Chloe, the vice president, would be an indirect insult to his

mother.

Cora pointed out the obvious when she noticed that Lucas was flustered and struggling with his words.

"You just couldn't afford to humiliate Chloe, which would risk breaking the relationship between your

families. Moreover, you couldn't tarnish the reputation of the Calligraphy Association that your mother

runs."

Lucas couldn't argue because Cora had hit the nail on the head.

"That's why I feel that you're not as good as him." Cora wore a smile.

Lucas had to admit that Cora was right because he prioritized family interests and his mother's

reputation over his relationship with Cora, making it clear that he couldn't give her what she deserved.

He even wanted to ask Byron why he didn't stay with her when he could put Cora above all other

concerns.

But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to ask the question, the sight of Byron's hand on Cora's

shoulder agonizing to him.

He turned and left in his dejection.

It was the first time Byron had heard Cora speak about his merits in front of his rival, which was quite a

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He even considered staying to discuss his other strengths with Cora, only to come face to face with her

angry stare the moment he turned around.

"Enjoy your food. I'll be taking my leave."

He had a feeling that what Cora was about to tell him might be even more cutting than what she said to

Lucas, so he decided it would be optimal to flee the scene.

Since Byron hurried away, Cora assumed he had taken her words to heart and would avoid any further

interaction with her.

To her surprise, Byron showed up too when Cora visited Flora during her lunch break the next day.

At that time, Flora was telling Cora about the next candidate she found for her.

"This time, the man is absolutely single, and he works in a state-owned enterprise!" Flora sounded

convinced as if Cora would be missing out if she didn't meet with the man.

"Mom, I really don't feel like doing this right now. Can you please stop arranging for me to meet with

other men?"

"Why aren't you in the mood? I gave you a few days off. Now that the holidays are over, it's time to

continue with these dates."

As Flora tried to persuade Cora, a familiar male voice interrupted them. "Mrs. Flora Lane, you don't

need to arrange these for her."

As both women turned their heads, they saw Byron standing at the door of the ward with some fruits...