Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 196: Yet he feared that if she were out of his sight and not properly cared for, her post-traumatic stress disorder would strike again. He was still wary after seeing her near death from suffocation. By this point, Candice began to sense something was off about him. His superb looks were marred by two flushes on his otherwise flawless face. His thin lips parted as he panted, sweat trickling down his face. "What's wrong with you?" Candice inquired warily. As she placed her hand on his chest, she felt a heat rivaling the hottest fires! This careless move was the catalyst!

It nearly destroyed Milton's last shred of reason. With a swift movement of his powerful body, he pressed her against the sofa and yelled, "I warned you not to touch me!" The shouting caught Candice off guard. She was so shocked she couldn't move. What was wrong with him dawned on her at last. He was like that because of whatever mysterious substance the bald thug sprayed on him. It turned out the spray was a potent aphrodisiac. That was why he had such a startling flush on his cheeks. That was why Milton had specifically warned her not to touch him! "Let me go!" Worry overtook Candice.

Candice gave Milton a strong shove, but in a flash, her hands were caught in his. "Don't leave. You should spend the night here." Milton puffed heavily as he held her down. He grabbed her wrists and, with one hand, unbuckled his belt. That belt was made of the finest material, as smooth as silk, and could be coiled at will. Candice was shaken. Lₐtєst chαptєrs in glovєℓ.oм Her bright eyes flashed with a hint of terror, and her lips twitched slightly. He wanted her to spend the night there! How could such a thing happen? If she stayed, wouldn't she be coerced into having sex with him?

She remembered the night of her wedding when she was severely tortured. Was she supposed to stay and let it happen again? "What... Why do you want me to stay here for the night?" she asked, but Milton paid no attention. Instead, he picked her up and threw her hard onto the bed. Next, using the belt, he secured her wrists to the bed. Candice fought back but couldn't move her hands at all. She didn't have the strength to resist him. After all, it was her fault he had been doused with the aphrodisiac spray. If he hadn't protected her, she would be in his place. . . .