The Wrong Woman

Candice wanted to speak with Mila, but her attention was drawn to Elio. She was captivated as he tilted his head back to drink water; his Adam's apple was unexpectedly alluring. His simple act sent a surge of heat through Candice, leaving her flustered. She swiftly averted her eyes and turned to Mila.

"Aunt Chubs, is there anything I can help with?" she asked anxiously.

Mila pulled out her phone, her expression turning into a frown as she landed her gaze on it. "I just got some urgent experimental results from work that I need to handle immediately." Confusion clouded Candice's mind.

Pointing toward the seedlings in the basket, Mila instructed, "Candice, can you and Elio help me in planting these seedlings? I need to deal with this issue first."

"I..." Candice panicked, wanting to make Mila stay. "Aunt Chubs, I—"

With a warm smile, Mila began walking away as she said, "I'm swamped right now. Thank you so much, Candice."

Candice couldn't bring herself to reject Mila's request. She said, "Don't mention it, Aunt Chubs. Go ahead with your work."

As Mila's figure vanished, Candice's heart pounded. Overwhelmed by anxiety, her breath grew quick and shallow. She turned to find Elio standing behind her, his piercing gaze locked on hers.

of few words who always gave off a cool, distant air. In their childhood, Elio deliberately avoided Candice

made at conversation was met with silence. He would not even

had come to view him as a person who was distant

།

with other guys, her

and her

en.swhovels.net

they

and asked softly, "Do you want

Candice nodded in response.

walked over to the corner to retrieve a pair of new gardening gloves. As he returned to Candice,

carefully slipped the gloves onto her hands, his actions

considered them small, but

he had fitted the

went to