Chapter 301

Chapter 301:
Milton didn’t eat much, only nibbling on some beef and vegetables. It seemed he was carefully monitoring his calorie intake at night.
However, he made sure Candice ate plenty, stuffing her with an abundance of food.
After the meal, Candice felt quite full. She had been starving before they started eating.
Once they finished, she cleaned up the table and sat on the sofa. She then picked up the documents Milton had brought and began reading attentively. Milton took a seat nearby.
Noticing Candice seemed exhausted, he asked, “Are you tired?”
Candice replied without looking up, “Yeah. The hearing went on a long time this afternoon, but I managed to win the lawsuit.”
“How about we go to bed early tonight, and you can read the documents tomorrow when you’re more rested?” Milton suggested.
Candice perked up at that remark. She looked up from the documents in surprise. Go to bed? The two of them?
How could he say something so direct, ambiguous, and inviting without hesitation?
But when she looked at his face, she realized he seemed genuine and concerned for her well-being. Her eyelids and mouth twitched, but she managed to compose herself.
He really found nothing wrong with his statement.
We go to bed?! Candice screamed inside.
“What’s wrong?” Milton asked gently, sensing her strange expression.
“Nothing,” Candice shook her head. She didn’t want to say anything, but eventually couldn’t help asking, “Have you been abroad so long that you can’t speak your mother tongue well?”
“How could that be?” Milton’s eyebrows furrowed. “I majored in the language in high school, got an A, and even won a writing prize.”
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Candice was speechless.
It seemed there was a stark difference between theory and practice.
Suddenly, Milton took the documents away.
“You’re tired. Just go to bed. This can wait.”
Candice grabbed the documents back and retorted, “I’m fine. Let’s just work on this until it’s done.”
She pointed at the signature date on a document and continued, “The defense must be submitted tomorrow. Is this also a case your mother is involved in?”
Milton nodded. “Yes. She owns numerous properties and companies—so many that she can’t keep track of all of them sometimes. She’s dealing with disputes that can’t be known to the Royal Garden Corporation. I want to help her by finding a good lawyer.”
“I see,” Candice muttered.
Erica must come from a wealthy, powerful family; otherwise, she wouldn’t own so many properties and companies. Candice was about to continue reading the documents when Milton suddenly held her wrist and said,
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