Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 225: He placed his hands on her chair and looked down at her. Candice wondered why he was acting so irrationally. Why was he behaving like this? In any case, he despised her and had no intention of ever marrying her. Shortly after their wedding, he had filed for divorce. And now he had torn up the divorce decrees? Candice gave him a surprising smile as she stared at him. Greyson's heart quickened at her unexpected grin. There was nothing he could do but swallow hard in that moment. While he was still dazed, Candice pushed the chair back, stepped away from him, and stood up.

"Remember, Greyson, I'm an attorney. There are two ways to end a marriage: either we reach an agreement, or I file for divorce in court. The process has been simplified nowadays. In a few months, I can have a divorce decree. But frankly, I'd rather not be cruel." She paused before continuing, "I appreciate you digging deeper into the Blake Group's bankruptcy and your help with my professional matters. We have known each other for many years. Our breakup should be amicable since we are not meant to be together. Honestly, I doubt you really tore up the divorce decrees.

Let me know as soon as you decide and are ready to give me one." Candice stormed out of the room after speaking. Greyson stayed behind and shouted after her, "You'll regret this! I know you'll be begging me soon; just wait!" But Candice didn't look back. Alone in the room, Greyson felt a mix of detachment and rage. He alternated between clenching his fists and trembling. Suddenly, he grabbed the gift box he had planned for Candice and crushed it on the floor. Still angry, he stomped on it repeatedly until it was completely destroyed, then threw it into the trash. Damn it!

Eventually, she would deeply regret her decision. |/të$+ çhåptęrš įñ gåłñøvêłś.cøm In a few days, she would come back to him and ask for the patent. He didn't think she would truly let it go. Candice quickly left the Hyatt Hotel. The moment she stepped outside, the chilly air kissed her face, refreshing her senses. She had never imagined a dinner could be so humiliating. What surprised her even more was how far Greyson had gone. After some time, she regained her composure. The truth was, she had heard Greyson's final words. She regretted acting on impulse just now.

Her goal was still to secure the patent and honor her mother's name, which had never changed. She had been so angry earlier that she said she didn't want the patent. . . .