Chapter 677
Chapter 677:
“Okay,” Candice agreed.
Milton was surprised by her compliance. He noticed she had seen his message when her phone screen lit up. However, he was displeased to see she still labeled him “A Client.”
He furrowed his brows.
Taking her phone, he said with dissatisfaction, “A Client? Why haven’t you updated it?”
Candice looked at him, puzzled. “To what? What should I change it to?”
She, too, was baffled. What were they to each other?
Curious, she suddenly asked, “And you? How do you have me saved?”
Ignoring her question, Milton edited the contact on her phone, deleting “A Client” and typing “Honey.”
He tossed the phone back. “Now it matches mine for you.”
Candice’s eyes moved over the word “Honey,” which seemed to shine on the screen. Had he really labeled her “Honey” for a while now? Did he genuinely feel that way? She wanted to feel moved, but Paisley’s words had sobered her.
With the contact updated, Milton’s mood improved. He continued eating and even fed Candice.
Eventually, he suggested, “Let’s finish dinner quickly. Then we can go home and carry on.”
When she heard this, Candice’s eyes widened, and she blushed. Inside the vehicle, he had said they would resume when they returned, as his desires had yet to be fulfilled. Once more, Paisley’s earlier words echoed in her mind. “It’s only natural for a man like Milton to have a sexual partner at his age. He has energy to burn, after all.”
Her heart twisted in discomfort. She was all too aware of his vitality. Their every intimate encounter had left her nearly lifeless. Yet, for him, it was always inadequate. Was this merely a vent?
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Moreover, he didn’t wish for her to bear his child, always meticulous about using protection.
Her thoughts swirled chaotically, Paisley’s words resonating once more.
“I’m even open to the idea of you bearing a child, but not until Sigrid has had the firstborn.”
So, had he been using contraceptives, even compelling her toward abortion previously, due to the belief that the eldest son of a noble house should be legitimate? How ludicrous! In the twenty-first century, it was astonishing to encounter someone still clinging to such outdated ideas.
Was this the truth? Did she lack qualification?
His wealth and power were so immense that she could do nothing but gaze upon him in awe, overthinking things.
It was undeniable that she had let Paisley get to her.
She cast her eyes down.
Unaware of her thoughts, Milton simply assumed that her behavior stemmed from shyness.
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