Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 554: Milton couldn't help but smile. He adored her in this state. His gaze descended slowly, resting on her lips. When Milton kissed Candice in public earlier, he bit her lips angrily as she dodged. This left a red and swollen wound at the corner of her lower lip. Feeling Milton's strange gaze upon her, Candice subconsciously touched her lips. She couldn't help but wonder if they were stained with his scent. She was angry with herself for not resisting his temptation. She wiped her lips vigorously, as if trying to erase something.

Milton, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, caught sight of Candice wiping her lips with much force. Anger simmered within him. After all, she had not allowed him to kiss her, and now she was wiping her lips so aggressively. "Do you have to wipe them like that?" he asked coldly. "I said we were just acting." Candice's hand froze in mid-air, and her back stiffened. She knew he was acting. Did he have to repeat it? She put her hand down and looked out the window, feeling increasingly downcast. She ignored Milton, and the atmosphere inside the car returned to its original solemnity.

The drive was long, and passing the time would only be more difficult if they didn't talk. Milton suppressed his anger, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while resting his chin on the other. Frowning, he refrained from speeding. As the afternoon was about to end, he decided not to drive to the Royal Garden Corporation but instead to Candice's villa. The last two days must have been tiring for her. She hadn't slept well the night before, so he sent her home directly to rest. Candice noticed they were heading toward her home as they left the elevated highway.

This man was as controlling as ever, always doing what he wanted without asking for her input. In truth, she still needed to go to the Hope Law Firm to finish some work. However, she didn't feel like arguing with him at the moment. Going home was fine. Find your next read on gⱯlnσνℓs․com Candice took out her phone and dialed the reception desk's number. "I'll go straight home today and not return to the law firm. If anyone comes looking for me, ask them to make the appointment for tomorrow. Cancel all unimportant matters for me." "Understood," the receptionist replied.

With that, Candice hung up the phone. She leaned against the window, feeling a little tired. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep. Candice woke up suddenly when the sports car came to a stop. She had fallen asleep during the ride, and the seat had been adjusted for more comfort. As she sat up, she felt the warmth of Milton's suit jacket covering her. "Thanks." Candice returned the jacket to Milton. "Are we-" . . .