Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 73: Greyson found an ear thermometer in the study, but the battery had rotted from disuse. Seeing this, he promptly discarded it. He then headed to the kitchen and was startled to find the refrigerator and storage cabinet empty-no bread, cereal, eggs, vegetables, meat, rice, or noodles. In the end, he only found a few boxes of instant noodles. It was clear that Candice had never considered this place her home. Greyson furrowed his brow in obvious displeasure. He opened the door and left the apartment.

Candice faintly heard the door close but was already out like a light, sleeping until it was completely dark outside. Hungry, she went to the kitchen and found a box of instant noodles. She added hot water to it just as the door reopened. Who could it be? Unconsciously, Candice glanced toward the door. Greyson had just returned, carrying several plastic bags. His temper flared slightly when he caught the aroma of instant noodles. "You're sick and still want to eat instant noodles?!

That stuff is nothing but junk." He dropped the bags and walked into the kitchen, immediately dumping the instant noodles in the garbage. Candice was left dumbfounded. She felt like she could eat a horse and even swallowed unconsciously. Greyson returned to the living room and pulled out a thermometer. "Come here. Let me take your temperature," he said. Observing that Candice remained still, Greyson had no choice but to approach her and take her forehead temperature. "You have a mild fever. It's nothing serious, really. You've obviously caught a cold.

I went out and bought some veggie beef porridge for you. Relax and enjoy some proper food." As he spoke, Greyson placed the packaged porridge on the table along with a variety of other dishes. Candice couldn't say no-she was starving. She sat down and began nibbling, eventually swallowing the food. gαℓησνs․com, your source for inspiration Greyson just watched her. She was completely unable to take care of herself. He picked up the remaining bags, which included eggs, milk, fruits, cheese, ham, vegetables, steak, and some over-the-counter medication.

Candice watched him as he stocked the fridge and cabinets. Everything about the gesture felt sarcastic to her. After all, when had he ever been kind to her before? While she was ill, he had shown no care. They sometimes went out to eat together, but never really talked. She knew his tastes and preferences in food and colors, but he seemed to know nothing about her. She often showed concern for him by buying food, but he never reciprocated. So what was he trying to do now? The Zeigarnik effect that Bettina mentioned earlier immediately came to her mind.

Standing, Candice scowled and shook her head. "It's just a cold. If I can get some rest, I'll be fine. You didn't have to buy all this. You should return it. I rarely eat at home anyway." Greyson paused before replying, "You shouldn't rely only on takeout food. It's bad for your health." Candice hissed, "Even if I were to die, Dr. Harman, it wouldn't affect you at all. Have you forgotten what I told you? Despite having a key to this apartment, don't come here whenever you want. At the very least, let me know you're coming.

That should be the bare minimum respect." With that, Candice stormed back to her room and slammed the door shut. She didn't feel like talking to him anymore, so she buried herself under the comforter and turned off the light, trying to sleep. Greyson, standing in the living room, was momentarily taken aback. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her handbag resting on the sofa. Concerned that she might carelessly take the prescribed medications, he grew curious and decided to check what they were. Opening her bag, he found a blood test report.

As the truth revealed itself, his expression darkened. She actually... . . .