My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s)

Chapter 0403

Henry seemed somewhat eager, striding over quickly and asking repeatedly, "I've sent you so many messages, why haven't you replied to any of them?"

Candice stared at him and her expression cold. "Who allowed you to come here?"

Henry was alone. He frowned, displeasure written across his face, but he forcibly suppressed it.

She could tell that he had probably come over because he had something to discuss with her.

Just as she thought, Henry cleared his throat and spoke with a serious tone. He took out a bank card from his wallet and handed it to her.

"Candice, I'm here this time sincerely to apologize to you. Also, I want to explain that although I didn't return to Dorrington, I did have genuine difficulties. There's 200,000 dollars in this card, all that I saved as your dowry. I know you resent me, but this is my sincere gesture, and I still hope you can accept it."

Henry's words are sincere. His eyes even welled up with tears as he looked at her.

Candice looks at the bank card forcefully shoved into her hand, her expression unchanged.

Two hundred thousand.

Saved as a dowry?

Huh.

Candice looked at the watch on Henry's wrist, a Patek Philippe worth 520,000 dollars.

She held the card given to her without much interest. "You don't have any friends here, so there's no need to act like this, right?"

Henry paused and the sad expression froze on his face. He looked somewhat ridiculous. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

He opened his mouth, seeming to want to play the family card, but Candice interrupted him. "If there's nothing else, please don't disturb me."

Henry might have been her most respected father once, but that didn’t mean Candice would tolerate him limitlessly.

When she had caught him with Hailey, when he had casually brought her in front of Geoffrey, he had already lost the qualification to be a father.

As Henry remained silent, Candice ignored him and turned to leave.

"Candice!" He grabbed her arm, unable to bear it anymore, and rebuked her in a scolding tone. "I'm your father, how can you speak to me like this?"

Ignoring the anger in his eyes, Candice forcefully shook off his hand, expressionless as she asked, "What do you want?"

Henry's face immediately became impatient, but he disregarded Candice's attitude and continued, "Tell Alex not to target my company anymore. I won't pursue the deal that was sabotaged before."

Candice hadn't known that Alex was targeting Henry's company. But thinking about it, she could understand. Henry had brought it upon himself. Alex wasn't one to suffer losses. If Henry spread rumors everywhere, almost causing Alex to lose important clients, Alex would undoubtedly retaliate.

Without hesitation, she turned to leave. "You've got the wrong person. You should have gone directly to Alex."

"Candice, how could you do this? I'm your father!" Henry followed after her again, blocking her path and scolding her with a stern face. "What kind of daughter are you? Everyone knew about your

relationship with Alex. As long as you ask, he will definitely agree. Besides, you’re carrying his child. You're practically his wife—"

He stopped halfway through his sentence as Candice suddenly turned around, throwing the bank card back at him.

Candice stared at him. "I really couldn't afford your 200,000 dollars dowry."

At the same time, another figure happened to step into the hotel's entrance. Alex had just finished work and returned. His cold and sharp gaze fell directly on Candice and Henry.

As soon as Henry saw him, he hastily added the rest of the sentence he didn't finish. "—I'm still his father-in-law."

Candice felt that Henry was simply unreasonable. She was annoyed. "Regardless, I feel it's necessary to emphasize one thing to you again. The child is not Alex's, I'm not his wife, and you won't be his father-in-law. Do you understand now?" She said it out word by word.

Ironically, she used to wonder why Henry and Yvonne, two people with such contrasting personalities, would get married. Now she realized, these two people were fundamentally the same.

Both shameless.

In the hotel lobby, people came and went, and Candice was suppressing her anger.

She just didn't see Alex behind her until a shadow pressed down beside her, and she lifted her eyes to look over, meeting Alex's expressionless gaze directly.

Candice's eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't think she had said anything wrong.

Instead, it seemed like Henry couldn't stand her provocation. Coupled with seeing Alex, he was inflamed with anger, thinking about the company's profits and losses, his chest heaving.

He asked Candice, "If it's not his, then who? Don't think I don't know. You've been in Dorrington for so many years, just following him!"

Alex's gaze also fell on Candice, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Inside the hotel, the elevator doors opened. Barox dragged his suitcase out, and when he saw the people blocking his way, he paused.

Candice's originally irritable mood instantly calmed down. She looked straight at Barox and raised a faint smile. "Didn't you ask whose child it is? His."

The air stagnated instantly. Henry looked Barox up and down impatiently, then looked at Candice. "Now, are you capable of saying anything to deceive me?" Henry asked.

Meanwhile, Alex's expression darkened. He sneered as he glanced at Barox, then looked at Candice. Although there was a smile at the corner of his eyes, his gaze was indeed icy.

Candice faced them calmly and looked at Barox. "Didn't we agree to go back together?" she asked.

Barox, a college student dressed in a hip-hop style, didn't seem imposing at all. But he happened to love keeping a straight face, so he seemed inexplicably aloof.

His gaze paused on Candice's face, then he reached out to grab his suitcase and said arrogantly, "Sorry, excuse me, you're in my way."

Candice stiffened, not expecting Barox to be so direct.

She watched as Barox passed by with his suitcase, and Henry sighed, "Candice, is this funny to you?"

Both Henry and Alex looked at Candice.

However, the icy coldness in Alex’s eyes visibly softened, and the tightness of his clenched fingers slowly loosened.

Candice's face looked ugly, and she inexplicably thought about complaining to Yana about her poor delivery service. She saw Barox, who had already dragged his suitcase away, making a detour and coming back.

He still had a straight face as he came to stand in front of Candice. "Why didn't you stop me just now?" he asked. The tone of his speech was as routine as his face, showing a kind of perfunctoriness.

But Candice couldn't care about that much. She coughed softly and said, "How should I stop you?"

Barox cleared his throat and thought for a moment, then stiffly said, "Darling, don't leave?"

Instantly, Alex's gaze seemed to freeze, sending a jolt through Barox's heart.