Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 113: Having listened to that, Greyson was silent for a moment. Just because no one was or would be paying attention to it didn't mean nothing had occurred. The air became heavy and tense for a while. Candice felt like she needed to rest. She was so troubled that she couldn't sleep, spending the whole day at Milton's office. At this moment, all she wanted to do was rest. She rubbed her brows together and said, "You can return now, Greyson. I need a little rest." Greyson looked at her, his eyes wide with bewilderment.

After a moment, he said curtly, "A few days have passed since we last saw each other. Why do I get the impression that you're playing hard-to-get?" Candice was baffled and had no idea what he meant. Standing, Greyson walked over to Candice. When the distance between them was barely a single step, Candice had to retreat. When Greyson advanced again, she retreated once more. "Do I need to point out that you're playing hard to get again? Didn't you want me to approach before? Now I'm standing right in front of you." As Greyson spoke, he reached out, grabbed her collar, and pulled her closer.

Instead, she looked into his eyes. She had once been drawn to him, determined to pursue him, but now unsettling emotions surfaced whenever she faced this familiar face. She sensed he was no longer the kind boy who had once charmed her with a song in the cold storage. After all these years, she still hadn't given up. But this was the first time she considered that all her feelings might be meaningless. How far could she go with him, even without Milton? Then Greyson said, emotionless, "From now on, I want to live here. I've brought all my belongings with me." This threw Candice off.

So it was indeed Greyson who had placed all the men's items in the bathroom. . . .