Chapter 342

Chapter 342:
She completely surrendered to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew him even closer.
Golden sunlight flooded the room, casting a warm glow on everything.
In the midst of this fierce and passionate kiss, they were bathed in radiant golden light.
It was both dreamy and stunning.
As Candice was about to lose her last line of defense, her cell phone suddenly rang.
At some point, Milton had already removed her coat and tossed it onto the desk. The phone was in the coat pocket.
The loud, sharp ringtone echoed through the office, jolting Candice awake like a bucket of cold water.
She quickly stood up and pushed Milton away.
“Wait. My phone,” she said in a hoarse and lust-filled voice that even surprised her.
Candice’s long hair was a mess, scattered over her shoulders. Her shirt collar was completely open, revealing her breasts, and her skirt had rolled up to her waist. Her chest heaved with every breath, making her appear like an uncovered feast, waiting to be enjoyed.
They had gone completely wild.
In a rush, she pulled down her skirt and grabbed her phone. The call was from Bettina, and the ringtone continued to urge her to answer. With one hand, she buttoned up her shirt while answering the call.
“Hey, Betty,” she gasped, trying to control her breath.
Candice was a bundle of nerves, feeling flustered and sweaty all over her body. Her fingers slipped as she failed to button up her top for the umpteenth time.
Candice!” Bettina bellowed into the phone.
Her voice dripped with anger. “We’ve all been waiting for you to show up for the partners’ meeting. You said you were on your way in a taxi and would get here in thirty minutes. It’s been hours! I mean, even if you had to crawl here, you should have made it by now!”
Candice’s heart raced as she heard the fury in Bettina’s voice. She had been in such a hurry to get to the Royal Garden Corporation that she forgot to let Bettina know.
Milton’s mind cleared as Candice picked up the phone. He had nearly slept with her right there in the office. He didn’t care about other people’s opinions, but he was scared that she would be wary of him now that she had regained her senses.
He felt impulsive and annoyed.
He saw Candice struggling to button her shirt with one hand. Without thinking twice, he moved closer to help her.
But as he reached for her, Candice instinctively thought he wanted to have sex with her. She panicked and stumbled back, almost falling off the desk.
Luckily, he grabbed her waist just in time, preventing her from hitting the floor.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Bettina noticed something odd about Candice’s voice. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, puzzled. “Your voice sounds weird. Did something happen?”
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