Chapter 858

Chapter 861:
Lowering his head, Milton claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Helpless against his advances, Candice struggled to break free, but he effortlessly held her in place, deepening the intensity of their connection.
In recent days, Milton’s behavior had become increasingly unrestrained. Since that fateful night in the cold storage, he sensed a shift in Candice’s attitude toward him. Liberated from the…
Constraints that had held him back were now gone, and he unleashed his true nature, as if striving to compensate for the patience he had exhibited before.
Every aspect of her captivated him, a flawless embodiment of his desire.
After they had sex, Candice’s temples were glistening with sweat. Watching Milton neatly tuck in his suit pants, she was too exhausted even to shout at him. Milton picked her up and carried her to the couch, understanding that he might have been a little rough.
She had almost collided with the table edge, causing such severe pain that she nearly wept, but Milton hadn’t held back.
“Don’t stay mad. I swear we won’t have sex tonight.” Milton’s voice was gentle as he tried to appease her.
Upon hearing that, Candice wished she could hurl the paperwork at his infuriatingly attractive face. He had already had his fill. How dare he claim he would let her rest tonight? It sounded like he was being thoughtful. Damn it.
“How did you cope before?” Candice questioned through clenched teeth. It was hard to imagine how Milton had survived his previous twenty-eight years without a woman.
“What?” Milton was puzzled.
“How did you manage in your past twenty-eight years? You could bear it then, so why can’t you now?” Candice was angry. It was said that he was a celibate man. That was absolute rubbish! She knew it better than anyone else.
With a smirk, Milton tweaked the tip of her nose and responded, “I have endured it for too long, so I have to make it up now.”
𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 Ⳓ𝙘𝙤𝙢
Candice was left without a comeback for his reasoning.
After a moment’s repose, she rose from the sofa and inquired, “Why is the secretaries’ station outside unattended?”
“I let them go.” Milton returned to his desk, continuing to scrutinize documents with renewed vigor. After satiating his desires, he felt rejuvenated.
“What? Why? What big mistake did they make?” Candice was shocked. What happened to make the secretaries all dismissed?
“They lack the ability to judge people correctly. Instead, they engage in gossip behind people’s backs and even forget who their boss is.” Milton’s gaze was icy.
Candice opened her mouth, yet remained silent. She had a gut feeling this situation was somehow linked to her. She knew that people at the secretaries’ station always spoke ill of her behind her back. She simply chose to ignore it.
Her current concern was…
Mulling over this, Candice abruptly questioned, “What’s your blood type?”
“Type B, just like yours,” Milton responded.
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