Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 469: Milton's enthusiasm was suddenly extinguished. He thought they were on the same page. She responded when he made his advance, and they shared a wonderful, intoxicating time. He thought it was confirmation of their physical and emotional compatibility. But now she was telling him it was just them giving in to their basal urges. A one-night stand? How ridiculous! After making love, they became strangers to each other? What was worse, she addressed him again as Mr. Lopez. He really couldn't stand that. She was so heartless. Candice sidestepped Milton.

Without turning, Milton grabbed her hand and questioned, "Why? You seemed into it moments ago. You liked it, didn't you?" Candice's face burned with embarrassment. This was what she regretted most: during their intimate moments, she always clung to him, even eagerly reciprocating his kisses. She had even begged him not to stop. In their first encounter, she had found it torturous. The pain had been so unbearable it left a lingering fear in her heart about such matters. But today was different. He had been considerate and gentle, showing her that physical love could be a wondrous experience.

"So what?" Candice challenged, gazing up at him defiantly. His face was striking, every contour flawless. Anyone who glimpsed it would undoubtedly be smitten. Milton's brow furrowed. "I don't believe you have no feelings for me." Candice bit her lip, pride swelling. She had lost everything but refused to sacrifice her dignity. She reminded herself that he only craved her body, not a child with her. He just hadn't gotten tired of her yet. So she responded coldly, "Mr. Lopez, you're incredibly handsome and good in bed. I did enjoy it. But that's all.

I'm human and have normal physiological needs. If you think you've been taken advantage of..." Your next story begins at galnovels . com Pausing, she grabbed her purse from the nearby cabinet. She opened it, retrieved a thick wad of cash, and tossed it before him. "I can pay. For the one-night stand." Her actions were deliberate provocation. This way, if he had any dignity left, he would be furious and leave her alone. She shrugged off his grasp, strode across the room without a backward glance, and flung open the door to the yacht's deck. Cash littered the floor. Milton stared in disbelief.

How could she offer him money? He was among the wealthiest in the country. Money was the least of his concerns. But she had dared to humiliate him with it. It left him fuming and gasping for breath. Candice bolted onto the deck, welcoming the cool sea breeze. The yacht carved its path through the vast sea, the gentle wind caressing its hull while waves shimmered in its wake. As it sailed forward, the frothy waves left two white streaks behind. Where the sea met the sky, the breathtaking sunset glow unfurled like a golden, spiraling dragon or a dancing phoenix.

The sun dipped lower, inching toward the horizon. Time seemed to pause in this dreamlike moment. . . .