The Wrong Woman

"Are you not interested in him?" Josie asked.

"We're not in the kind of relationship you're imagining," Candice explained.

Josie simply smiled and remained silent.

After entering the villa, she handed the basket of strawberries to the maid before settling on the couch with Candice. While Candice sat upright with formal poise, Josie lounged with ease as if she owned the place.

"My dad and Mr. Morrison have been close friends for years. I practically grew up here, running around as a kid," Josie said casually.

Candice looked puzzled. "With Uncle Nathan and Aunt Chubs so often away, how did you manage to visit?"

"Leo brought me here," Josie explained with a hint of pride. "He always tried to escape his parents' strict rules. He'd stay here for a few days whenever he felt suffocated at home."

She pointed at one of the rooms on the upper floor and added, "See that room up there? That's our secret hideout."

Candice followed the direction where Josie pointed. Any adult would immediately grasp the implication of a room being called a secret hideout.

Lowering her head, Candice forced a smile through her conflicting feelings of envy and discomfort. "So, you and Leo have been close since childhood," she commented, trying to sound indifferent.

Just then, Josie turned and noticed Elio was coming in. Seizing the moment, she said, "Isn't it similar to you and Mervyn? Your fathers were both comrades and colleagues. You practically grew up side by side with him, like childhood sweethearts."

Candice nodded in agreement.

has feelings for

mulled over Josie's words, puzzled. Why had Josie suddenly

a moment before turning to ascend the stairs. All he wanted to do

footsteps echoed

turned to find

returned. Just

a plate

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strawberries. She set

the coffee

try one," Josie urged, offering her a

a faint smile, Candice

bite, Josie rose and remarked, "Feel free

gaze followed Josie as she headed upstairs toward the

She lost her appetite and sank back into the couch, waiting

wave more intense

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