Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 555: Milton had parked the car across from her villa. "They'll be planting trees and flowers around your villa today to make the surroundings greener. The area has been cordoned off, and cars won't be able to pass through for the next few days. Get out of the car and cross the road. I'll find a parking space." Milton could still drive through early this morning, but he hadn't expected the project to progress so quickly. He had ordered the greenery and landscaping to be prepared around the Blake family's villa not long ago. Milton opened the car doors by pushing a button.

Candice couldn't help but feel slightly startled as she got out of the car. She watched him drive the sports car to the parking lot. She wondered why he was going to her home. She had assumed that he would leave after dropping her off. But why was he looking for a parking space? Why was he going to her house? Was he planning to stay the night? If that was the case, Candice knew she should refuse him. She didn't want to be entangled in the situation more than she already was. Lost in her thoughts, Candice didn't notice a big truck, out of control, hurtling toward her.

Actually, Candice had already missed multiple green lights while crossing the street. She debated whether to politely decline Milton when they reached her home or stay here and wait for him. Either way, she didn't want to be alone with him. He had the power to withdraw his affections at any moment, but she didn't. Her infatuation with him grew stronger and stronger. Standing on the roadside, she took a deep breath, feeling the refreshing autumn breeze. She wanted to snap out of her daze. At that moment, shortly after sunset, the sky was ablaze with a magnificent and peculiar red glow.

When the red light in front of her turned green, it signaled that it was time to go. She froze once again. gαℓ ησ ν ℓs․com is your story hub Just then, someone beside her reminded her, "Miss, the light is green. Aren't you going to cross?" Candice was startled. The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman, well over 50 years old. Her attire suggested she came from a humble background. Deep wrinkles covered her face, and she appeared pale. Those at the bottom of society had a challenging existence these days. Candice quickly made way for her and said, "You go ahead.

I'm still waiting for someone." She made the decision to wait for Milton and clarify things with him when he arrived. The middle-aged woman nodded and hastened her pace across the pedestrian crossing. As the wind whistled around her, a large truck came rushing toward the crossing. Then the screeching sound of the brakes pierced the air. The middle-aged woman's eyes widened in realization of the danger, but it was too late, as the truck was unable to stop in time. . . .