The Wrong Woman

Chapter 864

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."

as she exclaimed, "You're seriously drunk!" before quickly retreating into the bedroom. With urgency, she grabbed her phone and dialed Sean's number.

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

room with his clothing soaked through. I'm genuinely

Mr. Hoffis is drunk?" Sean

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 he saw me, he kept calling my name, as if he had something important to convey but couldn't

he'll even bother changing out of his

over right away," Sean assured, swiftly abandoning his

the doorbell chimed, Candice hurried to

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an arm around Elio's shoulders, guiding him toward

in, taking hold of Elio's

they assisted Elio into his room and carefully laid him down on the

he couldn't help but

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

he was aware that disclosing even a hint of

was intricate, with hardly any chance of them

that Sean

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