Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 202: She quickly shook her head and clarified, "I mean, I didn't eat anything last night. Now I'm starving!" Only then did Milton release her. He hadn't meant to kiss her. The drug from last night was still affecting him, and he didn't want to lose control. Once free, Candice sat down to enjoy the breakfast that had been prepared for her. It was a high-end meal, and the taste was beyond words. As Candice took a bite, she glanced over at Milton, sitting diagonally across from her. She had to admire his self-control. Despite the drug's effects, he had not touched her at all last night.

When he woke this morning, he had only briefly touched her wrists and then pulled away, showing respect. This was a stark contrast to his usual behavior of doing whatever he pleased. Candice's heart softened a little at the realization. Her attitude toward him began to shift slightly. Given that Milton could control himself so well, why did he lose control on her wedding night? While contemplating, Candice shook her head. She had to be out of her mind if she found an excuse for Milton. Yet there was something she just couldn't wrap her head around.

She put her fork and knife down and asked, "Why didn't you let me go back last night?" She just didn't understand. Since he was able to keep himself in check, why didn't he let her go? Wasn't he supposed to? No one would willingly force themselves to eat when the food was set right in front of them. Wasn't this a form of torture? Instead of answering, Milton looked at her and said, "You had a relapse last night. Are you feeling better now?" The place for great stories: gⱯlnσνℓs․com Candice was stunned by this. She understood he was referring to her PTSD.

She wouldn't have openly shown her most vulnerable side to him if he hadn't asked her to drive. Yet, Milton had seen the full extent of her relapse. Her voice wavered slightly as she replied, "I'm okay." "That's good." Milton asked no further questions. He knew that simple psychological counseling wouldn't cure her illness. The real solution would be either long-term healing or release from the mental burden she carried. Regardless of the situation, it was challenging. He didn't want to upset her before fully understanding what had happened. . . .