The Wrong Woman

Candice couldn't shake the memory of the breakfast Elio had prepared personally, a gentle warmth still lingering within her.

Mervyn scoffed, "Not only is he utterly useless, but he also wears that deadpan expression, like the world is against him or something. His face, all cold and sour!" Grumbling, Candice interjected, "Merv, can you stop criticizing him?"

"Are you bothered?" Mervyn inquired.

"No," Candice replied, her insincerity peeking through.

With a faint smile, Mervyn stated, "I can tell you're bothered. Give me your address, I'll come pick you up. I'll treat you to some delicious food and bring you around." "But I'm not done with work yet."

"What kind of nonsense job is this? Forget about it, I'll take care of you."

Candice smiled wryly and responded, "I can handle myself, thanks for the offer."

Before she could finish, the office door swung open, and Elio emerged, his expression sour.

Feeling flustered, Candice assumed Elio was upset because she'd left the meeting midway, disrespecting him and interrupting his work.

back to work." Candice quickly ended the

done? Can I leave " Candice's

stern gaze, Elio ignored Candice

aback and stood stunned for a few seconds. What on earth was going on? She pondered, bewildered by Elio's sudden shift from his morning kindness. After a moment of contemplation, she concluded that it must

company. Guided by Sean, she got

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silent, his face unreadable, radiating an air of tension that made

against the car window, Candice gazed quietly at the scenery

to Candice's surprise, the car stopped

out, Candice asked,

home. He

Puzzled and annoyed, Candice

"Why bring

hotel first? If you were busy, you could've at least

Sean fell silent.