Chapter 652

Chapter 652:
Reading this, Milton felt a pang of pity. She valued familial bonds above all, but sadly, her parents were gone and she was alone.
Given a choice, how many kids would you wish for? The more, the merrier.
A soft laugh escaped Milton’s lips when he saw this, though it was tinged with sadness. It was clear she had a soft spot for children, and her miscarriage must have been a harsh blow.
The questions that followed were not unusual. However, one particular answer made his hand holding the mouse tremble involuntarily.
He found himself staring at the screen for what seemed like an eternity.
The thing that terrifies you the most: being abandoned.
His heart tightened as he realized she wasn’t answering haphazardly. This seemingly simple, offhand response was a true reflection of her inner thoughts.
Her parents were gone, and she had split up with Greyson.
If he hadn’t asked her to fill it in, she would have never confessed that her greatest fear was the feeling of abandonment.
His fists tightened, and his face took on a more serious expression. He was resolute. He wouldn’t let her deepest fear become her reality.
Five days later, the day of the court trial had arrived.
As the morning light streamed in, Candice’s eyes fluttered open, her mind momentarily suspended in confusion. The realization of the trial day dawned upon her. However, what caused her to feel entranced and disoriented?
Next to her, Milton was still asleep. Sensing her wakefulness through his half-conscious state, he extended an arm, drawing her close until their bodies touched seamlessly. He went as far as burying his head in her aromatic hair, inhaling deeply the delightful scent emanating from her body.
A comforting warmth enveloped her.
And then, clarity rushed back to Candice.
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Jesus! Finally, she recollected that the alarm had already sounded. Milton had coaxed her back into a few more moments of slumber. And, in a blink, she had succumbed to sleep the instant her eyes shut! What time was it now?!
Was she on the verge of being late?
Startled, she abruptly disengaged herself from his embrace and glanced at the alarm clock beside her.
Good heavens! Her gorgeous eyes popped wide open. It was eight fifteen! The trial was set to commence in a mere forty-five minutes!
A wave of panic washed over her. She had invested countless hours preparing for this trial. A delay could spell disaster.
“What’s wrong?” Milton stirred awake, his arm still encircling her waist. “Don’t you want to sleep a little longer?”
Candice grabbed a pillow, hurling it at his shoulder with a touch of exasperation. “Have you lost your mind? I’m on the brink of being late! Only forty-five minutes remain!!”
Upon uttering those words, she leaped out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom with remarkable speed, conducting the fastest hygiene routine of her existence. Next, she darted toward the walk-in closet to swap her pajamas for her lawyer’s attire.
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