Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 81: Milton, feeling embarrassed, withdrew his hand. In the dark, he tried to switch off the alarm but kept pressing the wrong button. When the frantic beeping finally stopped, his heart was still racing wildly, making it impossible for him to stay composed. He realized he was still wearing the watch he had used for exercise that afternoon and had forgotten to take it off. Moments ago, his heart rate had spiked to almost 180 beats per minute just as he was about to kiss her. "My watch is defective," he said, standing up.

"We should leave." "Okay," Candice replied, also rising to her feet. As she stood, she realized she had twisted her ankle. The pain was so sharp she couldn't walk. She bent down to remove her shoes, then wobbled forward on the grass, holding them in her hand. Milton noticed something was wrong and approached her with a frown. Candice lifted her head uncomfortably and said, "I suggest you go ahead. My gait is a little sluggish." Milton stepped closer. "Here, let me carry you on my back," he offered. Candice thought she had misheard him. But when he began to bend down, she stopped him quickly.

"Don't bother. I'm fine!" "Would you rather be carried in my arms?" Milton asked. Embarrassed, Candice said, "No, obviously not. Can you just support me?" No one could say no to Milton-he might get upset if she rejected his help completely. He stepped closer, and Candice placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm. "Okay." She hobbled forward, leaning on his shoulder, finding their slow pace torturous. The guy next to her was quiet. The mood was gloomy, to say the least. She couldn't help but say, "I'm so sorry.

Even though I know you're a neat freak, I'm still touching you..." "You don't count when it comes to that," Milton replied without any warmth. Candice was stunned by the exception. "I'm not a neat freak around you," Milton told her. "Oh." Candice's shyness deepened, and she found herself at a loss for words. They strolled to the parking lot under the moonlight. She didn't notice that Madilyn was watching her every move. In the dim streetlight, Madilyn discreetly pulled out her phone and took a few pictures. Her last experience had taught her better than to risk exposure again.

That evening, she also attended Wilmint High School's homecoming. At first, she assumed Candice had decided not to show up because she never did. She didn't expect to see Candice on the playground holding the guy she had seen with her before. This time, she had proof. She didn't send the pictures to Greyson yet. She planned to keep them until the right moment. Those photos could easily become the last straw for Candice. As Candice and Milton approached the parking lot, their slow pace tested Milton's patience, and he gave up. He hoisted her up and made his way to the parking lot.

He was such a gentleman that he opened the car door, helped her into the passenger seat, and buckled her seatbelt. "Thank you," Candice murmured, biting her lower lip. He then got into the car and drove off. "Where do you stay? Let me take you there," he offered. "I..." Indecision crossed Candice's face. It felt like a mistake to let him know she was using Greyson's apartment as her residence. "I see, you don't want me to know?" Milton raised his eyebrows.

He gave her a brief glance before adding, "Then I can take you to my place." Suddenly, he pressed the gas, and the Bentley shot off in the direction of his place. "No! Wrong direction!" Candice shouted. This guy was much too bossy. "No. 169, Starsea Street!" She had to give him the address. Milton regarded her with indifference. He turned around at the next crossroads. . Find your favorite stories at g Ɐ ln σ ν s., conn . .