Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 207: There was no way Milton was gay. She knew that firsthand. Obviously, she understood what Erica meant. When Candice remained silent, Erica pressed on, "Was he good? Huh?" Candice's cheeks flushed at the question, and she bit her lip unconsciously. What possessed Erica to ask such a ridiculous question? She remembered the night Milton tormented her - all she wanted then was for it to end. He was very skilled, much more than that! "I'm sorry, madam. I really must attend to some pressing matters. I need to get to work!" Candice decided to leave quickly.

Erica made no effort to stop her. Candice bowed slightly and then hurried away. Erica smiled as she watched Candice disappear. "Why doesn't she realize? The clothes are meant for her specifically. Everything here is meant for her!" Seeing Candice's reddened cheeks and darting eyes, Erica was convinced they had been intimate. This brought her great relief. She walked into the living room and glanced at the adjacent kitchen and dining area. They hadn't been cleaned yet. She suddenly made a face. Milton hadn't cooked a meal for her in ages, yet she was always the one doing the dishes.

Erica sighed and began tidying the kitchen and dining area. Meanwhile, Candice exited the iron gate of Milton's home and hurried down the slope toward the commercial street. She flagged down a cab and let out a deep breath of relief once inside. Milton's mother seemed far more fantastical than he was! Candice felt she needed to be more cautious of Erica than of Milton. What gave Erica the nerve to ask such questions? For some reason, Candice found no way to handle her. When she arrived at the law firm, the receptionist greeted her with a bow. "I love your outfit today, Candy; you look lovely.

Those clothes fit you perfectly!" It turned out Candice's clothes did fit well-understated yet full of vibrant energy. It was as if they had been made just for her. Still, despite this thought, she couldn't accept it. At home, Milton had neatly arranged an entire row of women's clothing, including pajamas. How certain was he that she would come there again? Łα†ê$Ŧ çн∆pŧéяş ìπ gålnõvεlş.¢øм It seemed impossible. Candice scowled and dismissed the thought. "Hey, did you get some new clothes?" Bettina tapped Candice on the shoulder as she left the office. "That's not your usual style.

When did you buy it?" Candice stumbled over an explanation. "Yesterday, something happened that ruined my clothes. I decided to replace them on a whim." Her excuse was so weak that Bettina didn't buy it. There was no way she had impulsively bought a top-design outfit. The process of making such a purchase would take time. Bettina was smart enough not to press further. . . .