Chapter 854

Chapter 857:
Candice looped her arms around his neck but couldn’t shake off her wandering thoughts.
The more they intertwined, the more her mind drifted into fantasy.
Indeed, a thought had briefly flashed in her mind during the day, only to be promptly dismissed. But now, in his presence, she couldn’t help revisiting the idea.
What on earth was she doing?
If her mother, Corrine, was indeed Milton’s father’s mistress, and she wasn’t Kyle’s daughter, then who could be her father?
Could it be… What if…
An abrupt shiver seized Candice, causing her to close her eyes tightly. As she ascended to the pinnacle of ecstasy, her thoughts were adrift. Milton rested on her, panting heavily against her neck, his erratic, heated breath tickling her ears, inciting spasms of thrill.
Candice felt as if she was spiraling.
What if she was the illegitimate daughter of Corrine and Arlo? Then she and Milton would share the same blood.
What was happening between them right now?
Suddenly, Candice remembered her first pregnancy with Milton that had ended tragically due to an inherent flaw in the embryo’s development. Could it be that it wasn’t some unknown drug she had taken during her pregnancy, but their shared blood that caused it?
That was unbelievable! Candice felt a jolt that seemed to surge from her tailbone, coursing through her entire body, making her hair stand on end and her body slick with cold sweat. Fear flickered in her beautiful eyes.
Milton sensed something amiss with Candice’s constant distraction.
“Is there something troubling you? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” Candice quickly shook her head and said, “I just remembered a case.”
𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙩
Milton shot her a frosty look. His anger was palpable. “How could you even think about work at a time like this?”
He gave her waist a squeeze and warned, “If you don’t stop zoning out, you might not make it to work tomorrow.”
With that, Milton assertively cradled the back of her head, pinching her chin with his other hand, coaxing her lips apart for a passionate kiss.
Candice realized she was in for a long night. Having ruffled Milton’s feathers, she could only guess when her “punishment” would commence. Before she was fully absorbed in Milton’s advances, she clenched her hand at the back of his head, yanking out a few strands of his hair in the process.
Milton groaned, yet the mild prickling pain only seemed to fuel his fervor. With one arm still wrapped around his neck, Candice stealthily tucked the strands of his hair under the pillow with her other hand. She would need a paternity test.
The following day arrived, and Candice found herself waking up early in the morning, even earlier than Milton.
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