Chapter 809
Chapter 812:
Candice, her arms wrapped around a bag of crisps, and with her eyes fixated on the flickering screen, didn’t notice as the time slipped away like sand through an hourglass.
Little did she know that Milton had returned in advance!
As he stepped inside, his eyes caught sight of the haphazardly discarded shoes and bag, scattered in disarray on the floor. He stooped down, collected the scattered items, and restored some order to the chaos. A peculiar aroma lingered in the air, a mix of instant noodles and fried chicken. Instantly, Milton’s countenance darkened.
With a purposeful stride, he entered the living room, only to be struck dumb by the scene before him.
There sat Candice, cross-legged on the couch, a veritable feast spread before her. The glow of the LCD screen bathed her in its light, while an array of fried chicken, instant noodles, and a bubbling Coca-Cola adorned the table.
Candice was completely engrossed in the movie. She reached out her hand to grab her drink, not taking her eyes off the screen.
Finally, she got it.
But before she could take a sip, it was snatched away from her grasp! Startled, she looked up to find Milton standing beside her, his handsome face etched with gloom and tension.
Caught off guard, Candice’s mind raced. Wasn’t he supposed to return in the early morning? Why had he come back earlier than expected?
A sense of impending doom gripped her heart.
It pulsated through her veins, flushing her cheeks with heat.
The two of them snuggled on the sofa, engrossed in the movie playing before them.
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺
The scene felt serene and cozy. They looked like a couple enjoying a movie date. However, Candice knew that Milton would never set foot in a public place like a cinema. Even if he had booked the entire theater, he might find the seats too unclean. After all, too many people had occupied them before.
Candice couldn’t help but nestle into his arms, seeking a comfortable position.
Milton appeared to be in a better mood. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tighter.
Meanwhile, an old-fashioned romantic plot unfolded on the screen.
The hero abruptly gripped the heroine’s chin and gazed down at her with disdain. “Get an abortion. That night was just a mistake. You’re not fit to bear my heir. Even if you do give birth, he won’t have the right to inherit my wealth and position.”
Tears welled up in the heroine’s eyes, yet she bravely fought them back. The camera zoomed in on her hand behind her back, her fingernails digging into her palm, drawing blood.
The hero flung a stack of hefty checks onto the heroine’s face and said, “Take it. This money is enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Never appear before me again.”
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