The Wrong Woman

With roadside parking off-limits, Sean skillfully maneuvered the car into the nearest parking lot.

Equipped with a black umbrella, he splashed through the pooled water to join Elio, shielding him from the unrelenting rain.

At that moment, Sean found himself at a loss for words.

After all, he had been the one to bring Candice to this location.

Upon returning to the banquet, Sean discovered that Elio was already outside, making his way directly to this very spot. Having stood by Elio's side for many years, Sean was intimately familiar with almost every aspect of his life.

What he witnessed in Elio was a man devoid of joy, weighed down by the expectations of his parents.

Every facet of Elio's existence-his career, his future, even his marriage-had been meticulously orchestrated by them.

Since birth, Elio had never experienced true autonomy. He was merely a puppet shaped by the Hoffis family to inherit their fortune.

For someone like Elio, who had always been drawn to Candice's carefree and innocent spirit, she appeared as an unattainable dream, a vision of happiness forever beyond his grasp.

Sean trembled as the biting wind whipped around him, accompanied by relentless raindrops that felt like they were piercing deep into his core.

Though Sean was only partially damp, Elio was thoroughly soaked. Undoubtedly, Elio must have felt even colder.

Apart from the physical discomfort, witnessing the intimate moments inside the restaurant must have been a tormenting ordeal for him.

With genuine concern, Sean expressed his worry. "Mr. Hoffis, you're soaked through. You'll catch a cold if you stay out here any longer. Why don't we head back?"

stood unmoving, his silence conveying more than

stretched on, each moment

his hands grew increasingly numb. Suddenly, the restaurant door swung open, and Mervyn emerged. Seeing the downpour, he swiftly opened a large umbrella, shielding Candice from

a protective arm around her, he drew her close, offering both shelter and

hour of enduring

around slowly, facing

and lowered his umbrella, ensuring

walked, Candice nestled into Mervyn's embrace, her gaze

pouring for two

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you take your umbrella

her voice tinged with

lot up ahead. That's

it all on me, and your clothes are soaked," Candice pointed

Mervyn assured

made her way to the parking lot and

up the heater

she wiped them dry, she glanced up and noticed

paused abruptly,

supposed to have left by

here for two hours in this