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."

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

of guilt washed over Candice as she began, "I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. Lowe, but it appears that Mr. Hoffis is

room with his clothing soaked through. I'm genuinely worried he might become

Mr. Hoffis is drunk?"

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 he saw me, he kept calling my name, as if

he'll even bother changing out of his wet clothes. Could you please come over and

head over right away," Sean assured, swiftly abandoning his

doorbell chimed, Candice hurried to answer

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FAVOURITE GAMES ON

entering, Sean was greeted

Elio still clad

garments. Witnessing his

compassion.

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draped an arm around Elio's shoulders, guiding him toward the

her phone aside, Candice joined in,

room and carefully

up, he couldn't help

so intoxicated and drenched?

that disclosing

Candice was intricate, with

his own considerations-matters that Sean wasn't at