Chapter 847

Chapter 850:
“Since it’s your mother’s call log, take a picture of it,” Officer Aston made an exception. “But don’t show it to anyone else. If you find anything else, get in touch with us immediately.”
“Sure.” Candice nodded.
“You can go now,” Officer Aston gestured for them to leave. “We’re really busy here. Can’t have you sticking around for too long.”
“Okay.” Greyson placed his hand on Candice’s shoulder and led her away from the West Police Station.
As they walked towards his Maybach, he asked, “Where are you headed? I’ll give you a ride.”
“No, thanks. I’ll just take a taxi.” Candice’s focus was entirely on the call log from the day her parents had the accident. The phone number of the last call to her mother caught her attention. She didn’t recognize the number. She surmised that the owner of this number had something to do with her parents’ accident. Candice decided to head to the mobile service center. With her lawyer’s card and Bettina’s connection there, she believed she could find the owner of that mysterious number.
As Candice was about to take her leave, Greyson suddenly held her waist.
“Wait, I have something to give you.”
Candice’s waist felt delicate and thin in Greyson’s grasp, causing his thoughts to wander.
Ever since they left the police station, Greyson couldn’t take his eyes off Candice. Her flawless, snow-white skin had a gentle rosy hue. She was like a blooming flower, captivating and alluring. Each time he saw her, he found himself falling deeper in love.
Candice noticed his actions.
She attempted to distance herself from Greyson. “Please mind your actions.” A hint of embarrassment flashed across Greyson’s handsome face. He couldn’t help the overwhelming desire to hold her in his arms and kiss her. Candice’s resistant attitude irritated him. Succumbing to his impulses, he pressed her against his Maybach with force.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩: ꞉𝗰𝗼𝗺
After all, Greyson was only human. It wasn’t easy for him to always maintain self-control.
Candice was taken aback by Greyson’s sudden move, especially since they were right outside the police station.
“What do you think you’re doing? We are in a police station. If I raise my voice, everyone will hear. If you persist in harassing me, I can easily apply for a restraining order,” Candice warned sternly.
Greyson had already gripped her chin. At that moment, all he wanted was to kiss her forcefully. But her warning struck a chord within him. How cruel it would be for her to cut off contact with him completely!
Greyson feared that possibility. For now, at least, he had the chance to be near her.
He released Candice and regained his composure. “I’m sorry, I lost control. I have something for you. It might not be of much use, but since it’s related to your parents, I think you should keep it.”
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