Chapter 749

Chapter 749:
“Get closer.” His brow creased.
Candice complied without protest.
“Why are you…”
Her sentence remained incomplete as Milton abruptly tugged her closer by the neck, sealing her lips with his.
Candice gazed at him, her eyes wide open and filled with captivating beauty. They were in a hospital. The nurse had already alerted the doctor. Any moment now, they could have company. Had he no qualms about stealing a kiss in such a setting?
Her cheeks flamed. She squirmed, making an attempt to sit upright. Suddenly, a painful grunt escaped Milton as Candice’s movement inadvertently brushed against his brace.
Terrified of exacerbating his distress, Candice became motionless, reluctantly complying with his request.
Milton reveled in her compliance. He drew her in closer, their connection deepening.
In the midst of the emergency room, they shared a passionate kiss. Just as Greyson turned up, nudging the door open slightly, he stumbled upon the sight.
He stood rooted to the spot, his hand gripping the doorknob trembling. A wave of anger and helplessness washed over him. Candice and Milton, lost in their own world, oblivious to their surroundings. Milton was ready to lay down his life for Candice, and she had faced her PTSD for him. Then where did that leave Greyson? Did the past decade of his life hold no value to Candice?
“What are you doing here, Greyson? Why aren’t you coming in?” Bettina’s voice echoed from behind, addressing Greyson.
Greyson pivoted on his heels to confront Bettina and Raul.
Early in the morning, Bettina had received a distressing call from the authorities indicating that trouble had befallen Candice, who was now admitted to a hospital. Raul had been alerted through the phone as well. As a result, they had both arrived together.
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Raul’s comfort was at stake as he met eyes with Greyson. Their past was filled with high school animosity, and to top it off, Milton had whisked away Greyson’s wife. Hesitant to engage, Raul remained motionless, refraining from offering any greeting to Greyson.
With an itch to know more, Bettina rose on her toes, craning her neck to peek into the emergency room.
Observing Candice and Milton locked in a passionate kiss, she pieced together the puzzle of Greyson’s doorstep vigil.
She withdrew, moving back to Raul’s side, and suggested, “Maybe we should hold off on going in for a bit.”
“Why? Is Milton conscious yet? I haven’t seen him yet. What’s his condition? Is he doing alright?” Raul was at a loss.
Bettina shot him a stern look and assured him, “He’s alright. No need to worry. Head off and get us some breakfast. I’m famished. I haven’t had a chance to eat anything. I hurried here without taking a break.”
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