Chapter 791

Chapter 791:
Milton murmured into her ear, “So you dare defy me? Do you want me to repeat our recent encounter?”
Nipping her lip, Candice remained silent and vigorously shook her head.
“Do you realize your mistake?”
“1…” Candice glanced at his right arm, still in a sling, and guilt washed over her. After all, it was to protect her that Milton had been injured. If not for him, she would be the one incapacitated. She shouldn’t have argued with him so impulsively or mentioned her wedding night or Greyson.
Candice was well aware of Milton’s possessive nature.
“1 didn’t intend anything else…” Her voice slowly faded into a whisper.
Milton enveloped her waist with his arms, pulling her even closer. Suddenly, he nipped her earlobe, sending a shudder through Candice’s body.
With a mischievous grin, he whispered in her ear, “If you follow Dr. Pierce’s advice, I may consider letting you off. But if not, once I recover… you’ll be doomed.”
A wave of realization hit Candice as she recalled Davion’s words from days prior.
“If you desire intimacy, remember to watch your position. Woman on top… I think you understand.”
Recalling those words made Candice feel flushed.
Milton had actually issued such a demand.
He had shown restraint over the past few days. Candice had thought he had put the matter aside, never imagining that he had been nursing the thought all along.
“Return to your room. Now. I’m reaching my limit.” Once again, Milton bit her earlobe and gave the command.
By the time darkness had completely enveloped the outdoors, the room was barely lit. Milton flipped the ceiling light switch. The dim, yellow light spilled out, casting a soft glow on the disarray within the room.
Ⱡ𝗮𝗍𝙚𝕤𝖙 ς𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗲𝖗𝗌
With his back propped against the leather headboard, Milton lounged in his silk pajamas, partially covered with a light blanket. Leisurely, he skimmed through news on his phone and the stock market index of Europe.
His gaze landed on Candice, who lay curled up like a cat, her breathing irregular and fast. Sweat had dampened her forehead and the hair at her temples.
Milton let out a chuckle. She must be exhausted. Though he thoroughly enjoyed it, he was aware that it had indeed been strenuous for Candice. A sense of remorse washed over him. He reached out, lightly stroking her back. “I warned you about maintaining regular exercise, but you never heeded my advice. You were always too lazy.”
At his words, Candice’s irritation surged, and she retorted, “Don’t lay a finger on me. Keep your distance.”
He had the audacity to mention her lack of exercise! Regardless of her strength, she couldn’t endure his torments. She was so drained that she could barely muster the energy to move. She hadn’t realized how taxing this could be. She felt on the brink of collapse, her back almost broken. Candice flopped face down on the bed, utterly exhausted and defeated.
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