Chapter 681

Chapter 681:
Each mark was a bitter reminder of her earlier compliance. His influence had dominated her.
Her palm covered her face in an attempt to hide her humiliation. It took several interruptions from Jarrod outside, and it was nearly eleven before their lovemaking finally ended.
His flight was scheduled for half past eleven. Milton hadn’t left until the last hour—a forty-minute drive separated the villa from the airport. It was as if the entire plane had to postpone its departure, waiting solely for him.
She crumpled weakly onto the couch, and he gently draped a light blanket over her.
The house’s automatic curtains were fully drawn, barricading the interior from prying eyes. Nevertheless, he lingered. Jarrod had to ring the doorbell several times. Unless Jarrod was a fool, he would understand Milton’s tardiness and the events that had transpired inside.
She curled up, wrapping herself snugly in the blanket. Before his departure, he leaned in for a farewell kiss, but she buried her face into the couch, avoiding him.
Refusing his kiss was her final stand.
She could hear his deep breaths, a sign of his discontent, yet he remained silent, uttering no word.
He said, “Wait for me,” then rose to his feet and left. With the shutting of the door, the car engine revved and sped into the distance.
At last, he was gone.
Her thoughts swirled chaotically as she relaxed in the bathtub.
Paisley’s words from the evening echoed in her mind—the inevitability of alliances through marriage in high society, the restless nature of men, and her perceived inadequacy to mother an eldest son.
She was fully aware that Paisley’s words should not hold weight over her, yet they remained embedded in her thoughts, refusing to dissipate.
Long immersed in the world of the elite, Paisley possessed extensive experience and finesse. Despite her tendency to speak harshly, she had a keen insight that allowed her to see through many situations.
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Candice remembered Paisley dropping a bombshell about Erica’s husband, Milton’s father, having a mistress.
Milton had never mentioned his father to her. When it came to matters related to the Royal Garden Corporation, all she knew was that his father’s name was Arlo, and beyond that, there seemed to be no trace of Arlo’s existence in her knowledge. It struck her as odd.
She lamented the fact that even a woman as regal as Erica could not secure her husband’s affections.
What about her own situation? Was she just a fleeting fancy for him?
Earlier, he had been less tender with her, showing impatience and verging on rudeness. Was it an outlet for his frustrations? Moreover, he hadn’t neglected to use protection. Only now did she understand why he had stopped midway in the car and asked for her assistance.
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