Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 502: Candice felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. The marks had already been discovered by Erica, and now Greyson had seen them too. The more she wished to keep them hidden, the more impossible it became. "Yes. So what?" she answered, her voice tinged with helplessness. Greyson was left stunned by her response. He wanted to regain his composure, to avoid frightening her, but desperation welled up inside him. He didn't want to say anything hurtful, as he had already caused her so much pain in the past. Yet, he couldn't control his outburst. "Why do you demean yourself like this?

Why are you willing to be his plaything? Aren't you shameless?" Candice's heart ached. Milton didn't want her child, and she was not qualified to marry into the Lopez family. She understood this clearly, but she still fell in love with Milton and even slept with him. She berated herself for her actions, despising her own worth. Bitterness enveloped her as she mustered a smile. "Yes, I'm shameless. Isn't that obvious?" Seizing the moment of Greyson's distraction, she suddenly pushed him away with force. He stumbled, crashing into the table.

Desserts scattered across the floor, plates shattered, and coffee stained the carpet. Candice straightened her disheveled clothing, a self-mocking smile playing on her lips. "If I weren't so shameless, would I have pestered you all these years? You've known the kind of person I am since day one. Speaking of which, I should thank you and the Harman family for pushing me from one abyss to another." As her words trailed off, tears welled up in her eyes, unable to be contained any longer. She began to weep.

In a sudden realization of her own tears, she found herself caught in a moment when it was already too late to conceal her anguish. Swiftly, she averted her gaze and discreetly brushed them away. away the teardrops with her sleeves, taking deep, steady breaths in an attempt to regain control over her emotions. Explore fresh updates on gⱯlnσνes․com Afterwards, she faced Greyson with a cold and resolute gaze. "Greyson, please leave now. I won't speak to you politely again after this. If you don't leave, I will call security! Don't forget we are within a law office, and I am a lawyer.

We are divorced, and if you continue any inappropriate behavior toward me, I will promptly seek a court order to prohibit contact!" Slowly, Greyson stood up, his movements sluggish and unsteady, almost losing his balance. A court order to prohibit contact? How could she be so merciless? Today, he suffered a devastating blow-not only because of her rekindled affair with Milton but also because he had just witnessed her tears, clear as crystal. She rarely cried unless deeply wounded. She had helplessly fallen in love with Milton. She no longer belonged to Greyson.

For ten years, he had proudly believed she was still infatuated with him, convincing himself that her connection with Milton was only a temporary enchantment that would eventually bring her back. She might not remarry now, but if he kept pursuing her, she would eventually give in, he thought. . . .