Chapter 199

Chapter 199:
In her dream, she even returned to her childhood. The spring was lovely, and she spent quality time with her parents. Her whole family traveled to the beach in a recreational van to camp. There, she enjoyed the soft sand, the sea breeze, and the soothing sound of crashing waves.
Her father tended the grill while her mother carefully built a sandcastle with her.
She hoped the beautiful dream would go on forever.
Suddenly, Candice opened her eyes wide. A sharp flashback to last night surged through her mind.
Instantly, she sat up, and the blanket covering her slipped off.
In confusion, she looked at her hands. When had she been untied? She was now lying sprawled on the bed, only partially covered by a blanket.
It was no surprise she’d slept well.
She looked down at her clothes, which were neatly arranged on her body.
Apparently, nothing had happened last night. He hadn’t laid a finger on her.
Where was Milton? When Candice got up, he was nowhere to be seen.
He wasn’t anywhere near the sofa or the room.
Last night, Candice recalled, he had torn his wound and bled heavily.
Was he hurt, or had something terrible happened to him?
Candice got out of bed and glanced around as she considered this.
Nothing seemed out of place in the room.
There was no blood on the sofa at all. Something felt off. She remembered seeing blood on the sofa and floor the night before. The bandages and medical supplies were stored away, and even the garbage can was spotless.
Candice was stunned. Did Milton tidy up the room in the middle of the night?
The extent of his mysophobia baffled her.
Candice hastily opened the door.
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She went downstairs and saw Milton checking his phone while having breakfast at the table.
She looked at the clock and saw that it was only seven o’clock in the morning. Had he gotten no sleep last night, or had he woken up early?
As she got closer, she saw that Milton had already showered, but his hair was still wet. The cut on his arm was hidden beneath the sleeve of his loose white clothes. Although a little pale, his attractive face looked fine.
Candice continued to steal glances at him.
Evidently, he was able to resist the spray’s aphrodisiac effects last night. His eyes were clear, and he was breathing normally. It was not the same as the night before.
That morning’s meal was well prepared.
There were seven or eight dishes, including top-grade caviar with Iceland scallops, creamy mashed vegetables and fresh bamboo shoots, seafood with truffle, bread, cheese soup, and more. Candice would have had no idea what the food was if it weren’t for Bettina.
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