Chapter 200
Chapter 200:
As expected, Milton had prepared the morning meal himself.
Because she had already seen him do it before.
The man in front of her said nothing and continued to ignore her presence.
“How…” Candice asked with concern. “How is that wound?” His sleeve blocked her view of the injury.
“It’s not serious,” Milton replied coldly.
Frustrated, he looked at Candice as she prepared to sit down. “Don’t have breakfast just yet; first, go take a shower. Don’t you feel dirty? There are clean clothes in the closet of the room. Put on fresh ones after your shower.”
What! Candice couldn’t believe her ears. She even checked herself!
She felt personally attacked by his disrespectful tone.
Unconsciously, she lifted her sleeve and sniffed it. There was no scent. There was nothing wrong with her; she had just skipped a shower for one night. But how could he say such things? Honestly, it was his fault. She wouldn’t be in this state if he hadn’t tied her wrists.
Seeing her expression worsen, he added, “Don’t you feel dirty after being in a place like Watery Aroma? Take a shower to refresh yourself.”
Candice was stunned again.
It turned out what he really despised was Watery Aroma, not her.
“Fine!” Candice responded, then returned to the room.
She was amazed when she opened the closet and saw an entire row of women’s clothing. As she examined them, she realized they were all her size.
Why did he have so many women’s clothes?
Anyone who didn’t know him might have assumed he lived with a woman.
Eventually, she found a set of casual sportswear.
She took it to the bathroom and showered. After drying her hair, she changed and stepped out.
Going downstairs, she found Milton still at the table.
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Something was different: there was an extra dish on the table. The noodles were piping hot, topped with cheese and cod. Clearly, they had just come out of the oven.
Candice was so hungry she couldn’t wait to sit down and eat.
Milton, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Candice’s subconscious reaction was to pull her hand away when Milton grasped it.
After last night, she was hypersensitive to any physical contact.
But Milton firmly pulled her closer.
“What are you doing?” Candice asked, instinctively resisting.
His strong arms held her steady. “Don’t move,” Milton said with a displeased glance.
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