Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 186: Her once neatly arranged short hair now hung disheveled and unkempt, cascading over her chest and enhancing her allure. A profound sense of embarrassment flushed her cheeks deep red. Milton seemed to notice her rosy complexion. Angrily, he grabbed a whole packet of wet tissues. He roughly wiped away her lipstick. One by one, the tissues, saturated with red, were flung to the floor. Milton didn't stop until he was satisfied that Candice had returned to her natural appearance. From start to finish, Candice didn't dare resist.

With so little covering her body, how could she even try? She barely moved at all. Milton was undoubtedly the most dangerous man she'd ever met. Suddenly, he lifted her up and sat her on the dresser. The sudden movement startled Candice. Was he out of his mind? What did he plan to do in the dressing room? "You'd better not do anything, or I'll have to call for help!" Candice tensed her muscles and whispered sharply. Hearing her warning, Milton chuckled. He quickly slid a T-shirt over her head. "Can you be serious?

There's no way I'd do anything with you in such a filthy place, even if I wanted to." The T-shirt now covered Candice's eyes, leaving her unable to see. She quickly pulled it down to reveal her face. Milton helped her put it on properly. Wearing the T-shirt, she immediately felt more at ease. It turned out he just wanted to help her get dressed. Still, he could have done so without ripping her clothes off first. Candice had almost forgotten that Milton was a neat freak. He must detest this filthy nightclub.

Noticing he was about to help with the skirt, she cleared her throat and protested, "I'll do it myself." Stay tuned galnov.co Luckily, the skirt was form-fitting. She sat on the dresser and buttoned it up around her waist. Milton bent down and picked up the white sheepskin shoes he had given her that day-the same ones she was wearing now. They matched her beige skirt and white T-shirt perfectly. When Milton saw the heels she had worn in the box room, he promptly kicked them into the farthest corner. Candice wanted to get down from the dresser to lace up her shoes on the floor.

Just then, Milton reached down and grabbed her bare feet. Each of her tiny, pearly toes was uniquely beautiful. He stared at them for more than ten seconds, his breathing becoming unintentionally labored. . . .