Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 501: As Candice lay on the sofa, her shoulders partially bare, her long hair flowing around her, she appeared remarkably beautiful and alluring. Greyson had not anticipated this turn of events when he exerted too much force. Instinctively, he pressed her against the sofa. He had always been a man of few desires, but in that moment, he found himself unable to resist her temptation. For countless years, he had been oblivious to her breathtaking allure, and he berated himself for his own foolishness.

The primal instincts overwhelmed his mind, rendering him incapable of merely appreciating her beauty. He wanted her badly. He was on the verge of madness. She was meant to belong to him. He had her once, and he couldn't let her go again. With his head bowed, he yearned to kiss her, his lips never having touched hers before. In that moment, he longed to feel the softness of her moist, pink lips. Seeing him lean in, Candice was taken aback and swiftly turned her head away. Greyson's lips met only the strands of hair near her ear. "Let go of me. This is my workplace.

Show some decency, please." Unable to push Greyson aside, she tried her best to evade him. Greyson had always been composed, never losing control in such matters. What was happening to him today? Greyson ceased his advance as Candice turned her head, inadvertently revealing her smooth neck and shoulder. Faint traces of red marks still lingered-remnants of their previous encounter. He knew what they meant. He fixed his gaze on the fading marks, recognizing they must have been there for several days. A wave of anger surged through Greyson's heart, mixed with shock and outrage.

It felt like an icy bath that instantly extinguished his enthusiasm. She had slept with Milton again. Mσяє υρ∂αтєѕ ιи gαℓиσνєℓѕ.¢σм After Milton's mother had pushed her down the stairs? After her miscarriage? He had believed she and Milton would inevitably drift apart. All he had to do was bide his time, patiently waiting for her to grow disillusioned with Milton and return to him naturally. But she... He was filled with such fury that he yanked her off the sofa and demanded in a furious tone, "Did you sleep with him once more?" Candice froze, the realization hitting her hard.

Greyson must have noticed the marks on her shoulder. He had accidentally torn her clothes just a moment ago. Panic surged within her as she desperately searched for something to cover herself, but she couldn't escape his gaze. "Answer me!" Greyson demanded, despite already knowing the answer. He found himself compelled to ask, unsure why he insisted. In fact, a part of him secretly hoped for a negative response. . . .