Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 138: She stared at him angrily, trembling with fury. Instead of letting her go, Milton took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and stuffed them into her palm. "I'll give you the keys, and you can move in right away. What do you say?" Deep down, he didn't want Candice to stay under the same roof as Greyson. Clenching the keys in her hand, Candice gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not going to marry you. Stop dreaming. You want me to live in the house you bought? What's that supposed to mean?

You want to keep me as some kind of secret lover?" Candice desperately wanted to hurl the keys at Milton's repulsive, confident face. She wanted nothing more than to let go of the keys she was holding. Yet she resisted the urge. It had been three years since she had been so close to home. She was very eager to return and take a simple look. She just wanted to buy her home back. She had a golden opportunity, but the man in front of her jumped in. She had to either give in to him or give up on the house. In a sense, she felt like a fool.

A knot formed in her throat, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she refused to give in. Milton frowned, unable to comprehend her. Seeing her eyes wet with tears, he gently lifted his hand and wiped them away. Even though he said he intended to marry her, she accused him of wanting to keep her as a secret lover. Why did she say that? He murmured, "It's inconvenient to talk here. I have reserved the penthouse suite at the Hyatt Hotel. Let's go there and have a conversation, all right?" "Here you are," he continued, producing a room card. The Hyatt Hotel?

The name rang a bell with Candice. There wasn't a finer hotel in all of Ploville. Her wrath reached its breaking point. She promptly flung the room card and keys at Milton. The room card, light as it was, scraped his handsome face slightly. The heavy keys hit his chest and dropped to the floor below. "Enough said! What the fuck are you implying, Milton? Giving me the room card?! You want to sleep with me? So, in your opinion, I can trade my body for a property, huh? Is that how I come off to you?" Candice then shoved Milton forcefully away.

She turned around and stormed out of the negotiation room in a huff. Don't miss fresh updates at gⱯlnσνls․cøm Milton stood still, a puzzled expression on his face. She was upset, but why? When had he ever said he wanted her to sleep with him? Aiken, who had been quiet until now, approached, picked up the keys and room card, and handed them to Milton. Awkwardly smiling, he then stepped aside. Milton finally came to his senses. The room card? Did that room card make her so angry?

Nevertheless, it wasn't a typical hotel room but rather the dining room of the restaurant on the top floor of the Hyatt Hotel. . . .