Chapter 268
Chapter 268:
Hearing this, Candice was shocked. She bit her lip. She had just wasted three strokes at once.
Damn it! If only she knew how to play this stupid game. Why did they insist on having a competition and including her?
Wearing a displeased expression, Candice held up the club again.
At that moment, Milton walked behind her and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you. You should raise your wrist a little bit.”
As Milton gave instructions, he lifted Candice’s arm and held her elbow, correcting her stance.
“You have to hold your hand this way and slightly bend your knees.”
As he taught her, Milton placed his hands gently on her hips and guided her down.
They grew closer until his body pressed against Candice’s back. Through her thin clothes, she felt his warmth, which sent her mind spiraling out of control.
The moment she realized she was losing focus, she instinctively tried to pull away.
“No, don’t move,” Milton whispered softly.
His deep voice was intoxicating.
Steadying her stance, Candice couldn’t help but glance back at him.
“Concentrate,” Milton reminded her. “Your feet should be a few inches apart like this.”
His face was calm, but there was a subtle authority in his touch.
As he continued, he slipped his foot between hers and gently pushed them apart, giving her better balance and steadiness.
Such an intimate gesture felt charged with ambiguous meaning.
The moment he did it, Candice froze. A tingling electric sensation rushed through her scalp, leaving her numb. She felt extremely uneasy.
She trembled but fought hard to hide it.
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Damn it! She thought he was flirting on purpose.
He was so close, making moves easily misread, whispering to her in that dangerously seductive voice. Even a virgin wouldn’t be able to resist such irresistibly charming behavior.
Yet Milton didn’t stop. Instead, his hands moved up from her hips, stroking her back as he corrected her posture. Every spot he touched ignited a fire of desire within Candice that nearly made her knees give way.
At that moment, she was no longer in the mood to play golf.
Milton completely held control over her senses.
She glared at him.
But there was nothing unusual on Milton’s face—only intense focus.
“Okay, that’s it. Relax, swing the club, and follow through. Don’t overthink it. Let gravity do its work,” Milton said, releasing her and stepping back to wait as she prepared to putt.
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