Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 82: The night looked beautiful with the streetlights lining the road. The neon lights of the skyscrapers flashed vividly. The stars lit up the sky in great numbers. The colorful lights reflected on the car window as they sped by. Wilmint High School was not far from downtown. About 40 minutes later, they were almost there. Candice pointed at the nearby intersection and said, "Please, pull over there. I'll walk the rest of the way myself." She didn't want the car to park directly in front of the building. How would she explain it if anyone saw her?

Besides, she felt much better after massaging her ankle during the ride. A few seconds later, Milton parked the car at the intersection. Milton glanced at her and asked, "You'll walk back barefoot?" "Yeah, it's fine. It's not far from here." Candice smiled awkwardly. She swore to herself that this was the last time she would punish herself with heels. They had already made her suffer enough. Just as she reached to unfasten her seatbelt, Milton stopped her. "Wait!" Candice looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?" The light in the car was dim, so she couldn't clearly see his expression.

She could only feel his breath growing rapid. They seemed to have drawn closer because she felt his warm breath near her face. Even in the darkness, her cheeks burned. "Uh... Are you free on Saturday?" he asked in a low voice. Tomorrow was Friday, and he had to attend court for mediation. After resolving that woman's issue and closing the chapter on the mistake of that night, he wanted to tell Candice something. "Saturday? Is it about work?" Candice asked, sincerely thinking it was about work. Tomorrow she had to be in court.

That hateful man who ruined her life would finally get what he deserved. gαℓησνs․çоm, where stories thrive Just the thought annoyed her and put her in a bad mood. She hated the situation, but she had to face it if she ever wanted it to end. And yes, she was free on Saturday. "No, not work. The new yacht I bought just arrived, and I'll be going on a trial cruise in the high seas this Saturday. The yacht will return only on Sunday. I'd like you to come," Milton said straightforwardly. Once the court issue was over tomorrow, he wanted to formally start pursuing her.

Candice was a little taken aback. Did she hear him right? A trial cruise? In the high seas? For a whole day and night? Then she asked tentatively, "How many people will be there? Is it a small party?" It was Milton's turn to be surprised. Wasn't he clear enough? Or did she just not understand? "No one else. It'll be just the two of us." He paused and, in a much colder voice, added, "So, will you come or not?" Candice blinked several times, speechless. He was clearly asking her out. Alone... with him? They were adults, not children. Was he just very straightforward, or was she overthinking?

But they weren't from the same world. They couldn't even communicate normally. What answer was she going to give with all the confusion in her mind? She felt embarrassed. Her face flushed. She bit her lip, truly lost for words. She could only thank her lucky stars that the light in the car was dim. The silence and embarrassment had lasted too long already. Luckily, Milton changed the subject and saved her from the awkwardness. "You have two phones?" he asked, taking out his own phone and dialing her number. While driving earlier, he noticed she was browsing through messages on two phones.

He pressed the call button, but the phone she was holding didn't ring. Instead, the one in her bag rang. Candice naturally took her phone out of her bag to answer it. Before she even had time to look at the caller ID, Milton snatched it away. The words flickering constantly on the screen read, "A Client." "A client?" he said, hanging up and looking at her with a frown. Was that all he was to her? Just her client? Candice felt deeply embarrassed. This was probably the most humiliating moment of her day. . . .