Chapter 732
Chapter 732:
Was it possible that she had discovered Room 307 through the plate? Could she have mistakenly believed that Milton, whom she thought was studying abroad, was actually Greyson, the person who had spent the night with her in the cold storage?
Tears brimmed in her eyes, tinged with a hint of resentment.
Instantly, he unraveled the mystery. The past decade of her professed love for Greyson had been nothing but a misunderstanding. Their relationship had begun in an unbelievably unexpected manner. Additionally, a sudden recollection struck Milton. The number of the room where she had spent her wedding night with Greyson, 8307, flashed in his mind. Surely, this wasn’t just a coincidence. It must have been her special selection, to commemorate that night in the cold storage.
Milton extended his arms, grasping her shoulders gently.
His thin lips quivered.
He had nearly lost her.
Yet, through a strange twist of fate, all wrongs were righted. She was still his.
“I’m truly sorry. I didn’t realize you’ve been searching for me…” His gaze was filled with concern, worried that his words might upset her further.
“Why are you apologizing?” Candice raised her eyes to meet Milton’s, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Knowing it now isn’t too late.”
As for Greyson, she had made peace with their past. Thus, despite the shock of the revelation, she found herself free from regret.
Amidst all these revelations, it was Milton who emerged as her chosen one.
It was always him.
They had crossed paths much earlier than she had realized.
She had overlooked subtle reminders, never delving deeper into their significance.
Slowly, her hands left the hold of his collar, caressing his neck, inching upward until they cupped his chiseled face.
Wrapped in a rock wool insulation blanket, she was insulated from the cold. Encased in his suit, she felt a comforting warmth seeping into her body. Even her heart felt warm, her cheeks glowing with a faint blush.
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A decade ago, at the tender age of fourteen, his soothing singing voice had filled her with warmth and banished her fear.
Caught in the whirl of the moment, she had acted on an unknown bravery.
In total darkness, she boldly pressed her lips against his, silencing him when his song came to a halt.
It was her first kiss.
The audacity of the gesture was so daring that even she, herself, felt too embarrassed to reminisce about it.
And now, in the icy confines of the cold storage, she felt warmth. A soft beam from a flashlight banished the darkness.
In a spontaneous moment of impulse, she mirrored the same action.
Candice approached with cautious steps, her heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings, and then she seized the moment by pressing her lips against his, igniting a firestorm of passion.
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