Chapter 223

Chapter 223:
Milton knew that Greyson made things difficult for her on purpose because of his presence.
That was why Greyson wouldn’t stop tormenting her until he left.
Throughout his life, Milton had never backed down from any situation.
But today, he gave in deliberately—because he couldn’t bear to see Candice hurt.
Meanwhile, in Room 206,
Candice’s eyes fixed on the steak before Greyson. She was speechless.
The entire time, she had been standing with her hands gripping the table tightly—not only for support but to clench the tablecloth in frustration.
Greyson was equally shocked by Milton’s actions and seemed to have completely lost control.
“Candice, where were you last night? Did you sleep with him?” he demanded.
Candice’s eyes widened in disbelief as she confirmed Greyson had indeed snooped on her phone. This was no illusion.
She immediately became furious and shot back, “How dare you invade my privacy? What right do you have to do that?”
“Answer me! Did you sleep at his house last night?” Greyson grabbed her collar and pulled her close. “Did you have sex? Shame on you! What did you promise me?”
Candice struggled to push him away, shouting, “Greyson, you’ve gone too far!”
But Greyson held on tightly. His grip pulled open her collar, exposing her delicate, smooth neck and a large patch of bare skin on her chest.
Seeing that there were no suspicious red marks, he finally seemed to calm down.
Candice pushed him away and said with raised eyebrows, “Yes, I was at his house last night, but it’s not what you think.”
Taking a deep breath, Greyson softened his tone. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
He was slightly annoyed with himself. He had planned to invite her to dinner tonight and present her with a special gift, but his plan was completely ruined.
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Not only had he invaded her privacy by checking her phone without permission, but he had also lost control of himself—something he had never done before.
This was not how he wanted the night to end.
Turning away, Greyson bent down to retrieve the necklace he had prepared for her.
But before he could, her cold, harsh voice cut through the room: “Greyson, give me back our divorce decree!”
The gift box he picked up fell to the floor, the sound muffled by the carpet. Fortunately, his back was turned to her.
There was no doubt that Candice would have been frightened by the look in his eyes if she had been standing before him at that moment. Time seemed to freeze, and the air was so thick with anxiety that it felt suffocating.
He stood up straight, turned around, and shot her a cold stare. “What do you mean?”
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