Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 252: Candice was utterly stunned, her mouth hanging open in shock. The packaging of the box was so high-end that she had assumed it was a work of art, never once suspecting that it contained a cake. The cake itself was a work of art, exquisite and delicate. Snow-white cream had been expertly applied, creating a smooth surface that reflected like a mirror. The jam, matcha, and rose petals had been skillfully sprinkled atop the cake, with each petal looking like a genuine flower, almost too beautiful to eat. It was clear that this cake had not been made by an ordinary bakery.

"It was made by Richard, the famous chef himself. We usually have to book it one year in advance," Milton explained, a hint of pride in his voice. Candice was left even more stunned. She hadn't celebrated her birthday since the death of her parents. Any form of celebration was a painful reminder of her loneliness. Milton's gesture both touched her and made her uneasy. She was afraid of allowing herself to be moved by him, lest she be hurt in the end. Candice suddenly pushed the cake toward Milton and said, "Today isn't my birthday.

The date on my identification file doesn't match my actual birthday." She had a feeling that Milton had somehow managed to find out her birthday through her identification file. Milton was stunned. He had assumed that Candice would decline his gift, but he never could have predicted that today wasn't actually her birthday. He had taken the day off, waking up early to visit Richard and forcing him to make a cake on the spot. Had all of that effort been for nothing? At that moment, Milton's expression darkened. He pushed the cake back toward Candice. "It doesn't matter.

Just take it as a gift for moving," he insisted. Although Candice hadn't moved into the Blake family's villa, she hadn't returned the key to Milton. This showed that she was still considering her options. "I don't need to celebrate. Take it back and eat it yourself," Candice protested, pushing the cake back to Milton. "I don't eat desserts. They're too high in calories. But you're too thin, so you can keep it as a snack," Milton countered, pushing the cake back toward her. Find your next story at gⱯlnσνs．o The cake was pushed toward her once again.

They had been pushing the cake back and forth several times. Candice grew annoyed and exclaimed, "I want to lose weight too! You're already so thin. Go ahead and eat it all by yourself! Ah!" This time, she used more force, causing the cake to slip from her hands. Candice quickly reached out to catch it, but it was too late. The cake fell onto Milton's chest just as he bent down to pick it up. Finally, Milton caught the cake, and it didn't fall to the floor. However, his chest, neck, chin, and lips were covered in the cake's white frosting. Candice was stunned. . . .