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."

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hair to inspect the area behind her ear close to her neck. Then, she questioned, "Why's there a red mark on your

Vanessa said, looking

cover her neck. Then, she feigned annoyance. "Don't talk

her experience, Vanessa

mosquito bite or a hickey. Moreover, Candice's bashful expression

us

Her face was ablaze with redness, and her eyes

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

don't. Please stop trying to

disappointedly, "Alright then. I'll let Wendell know he should move on and look

her a faint smile. "That's something

that, she turned on her computer and began

her chair and rested her head on the desk, intending

wave of awkwardness and embarrassment swept over her, and she found herself at a loss for how to handle