The Wrong Woman

After their intimate time together, Candice, overcome with embarrassment, hastily dressed while Elio was bewildered. She practically sprinted away from the room. "Candice..." Elio called out. He couldn't go after her as he wasn't fully dressed yet.

She dashed out of the office and into the elevator, gasping for breath. Upon returning to the design department, Vanessa hurried over and leaned forward with her hands on Candice's table. Vanessa's gaze fell upon Candice's flushed face and slightly swollen lips. "Candice, what happened? Why are you so red? Did you have lunch?"

Candice avoided Vanessa's gaze, looking down sheepishly. "Yes, I did. Just by myself."

"I didn't see you in the cafeteria! And you usually take only half an hour for lunch. Why did it take you over an hour today?"

"I-I didn't eat at the company cafeteria. I went somewhere... far."

Vanessa lightly smacked Candice's hand with a hint of displeasure. "Candice, why didn't you bring me along if you found a great spot?"

Candice forced a smile and tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. "Next time. I'll definitely take you there next time." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Suddenly, Vanessa exclaimed, "Don't move."

looked at

long hair to inspect the area behind her ear close to her neck. Then, she

love bite!" Vanessa said, looking

feigned annoyance. "Don't talk nonsense. I-I scratched myself. It was

experience,

whether it was a mosquito bite or a hickey. Moreover, Candice's bashful

us

was ablaze with redness, and her

and asked, "Candice, are you sure you don't

don't. Please stop trying to set us up," Candice

then. I'll let Wendell know he should move on and look for

something you should have done a long

computer and began to revise some

boredom, Vanessa slumped back into her chair and rested her head on the desk, intending

and embarrassment swept over her, and she found herself