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 call, standing up nervously, her

Hoffis, are you done? Can I

ignored Candice and strode past her,

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 be the immense work pressure

suit and left the company. Guided by Sean, she got

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silent, his face unreadable, radiating an

the scenery outside. Shouldn't they be heading back to the hotel

an hour later, much to Candice's surprise, the car stopped in front

asked, "Where

governor's home. He has invited Mr. Hoffis to a

Puzzled and annoyed, Candice

"Why bring

sent me back to the hotel first? If you were busy, you could've at least told me

Sean fell silent.