The Wrong Woman

Elio's deep voice softly pronounced her name. "Candice."

Perplexed, Candice responded, "Yes?"

"Candice," he called out once more.

"I'm here, right beside you. What's wrong?" Candice replied patiently.

"Candice, Candice..." Elio's voice grew heavier, infused with a sense of desolation. As he continued, his eyes reddened further, his gaze gradually drifting away. Observing Elio's condition, Candice felt utterly bewildered.

She had been by his side the whole time, so why was he repeatedly calling her name without providing any further explanation?

Was he intoxicated?

With a bitter twist to his lips, Elio struggled to speak, his words slow and labored. "Ca... Can... dice."

Concern etched on her face, Candice leaned closer. Meeting his gaze, she reassured him. "I'm here."

Elio stole a glance at her, offering a faint smile before reclining further back on the sofa. With his eyes closed, he murmured, "You've intruded into my dreams once more." "What?" Candice couldn't quite grasp his meaning. Intrigued, she leaned in closer and asked, "Elio, what are you trying to tell me?"

"Candice."

"Why do you keep calling my name? Just tell me what's on your mind!" Candice urged, growing impatient.

"C... an... dice."

air as she exclaimed, "You're seriously drunk!" before quickly retreating into the bedroom. With urgency, she grabbed her phone and dialed Sean's number. Sean answered the call sluggishly, his voice still heavy with

Candice as she began, "I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. Lowe, but it appears

his clothing soaked through. I'm genuinely

is drunk?" Sean exclaimed, caught

while ago? How had he managed to become intoxicated and still not changed out of his wet attire? With a touch of apprehension, Candice elaborated, "Yes, once

seems the alcohol has muddled his thoughts, and I doubt he'll even bother changing out of his wet clothes.

I'll head over right away," Sean assured, swiftly abandoning his bed and rushing over in his

the doorbell chimed, Candice

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

entering, Sean

Elio still

his inebriated state

compassion.

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an arm around

Candice joined in, taking hold of Elio's other

they assisted Elio into his room

Sean straightened up, he couldn't help but exchange a

banquet? How did he end up so intoxicated and drenched? Didn't he have an umbrella?" Sean struggled to find

Elio's sentiments, he was aware that disclosing

Elio and Candice was intricate,

his own considerations-matters that Sean wasn't at liberty