The Wrong Woman

Josie couldn't grasp Candice's rationale. "But why?" she countered.

Candice remained composed as she explained, "Firstly, those items were gifted to you, so they rightfully belong to you.

"Secondly, aside from their monetary value, those possessions don't have a practical use. They need to be preserved and passed down to the next generation. Ultimately, they're not something I can rightfully claim.

"Thirdly, Elio has already given me plenty of jewelry during our engagement, which I can pass down to future generations."

Josie took a deep breath, feeling as though she were on the brink of losing her sanity.

It all felt completely absurd.

She was left dumbfounded, utterly bewildered by Candice's innocent and straightforward outlook on life.

Still, Josie's intrigue regarding Elio's feelings toward Candice persisted, especially given Candice's perceived naivety.

Despite Josie's best efforts to manipulate Candice, she found herself increasingly frustrated by her inability to sway her.

However, upon further reflection, Josie's perspective began to shift.

It could be precisely because Elio's mind was consistently engaged with the complexities and strategies of the business world, where he often had to be sharp and relentless.

This might explain why he found Candice's simplicity so attractive.

Elio, Josie inquired tentatively, "Are you

should consult my mother,"

she nodded briskly. "Alright, then. That settles it," she replied, her tone tinged

up abruptly and grabbed her bag. "I suppose I should be on

on her heels and walked

she saw Elio leaning in close to Candice, engrossed in their own private conversation. They seemed

door slightly ajar, Sean stood nearby,

a deep breath, Josie finally made her exit, a simmering

into the elevator, her face flushed with

Soon, the call connected.

her frustration, "Aunt Fenna, I'm absolutely furious. You have

Candice blinked nervously, watching as Elio leaned in closer. Swallowing hard, she

he replied, "You

eyes widened. "You could

faint smile playing on his

help but pout, expressing her frustration, "Josie's actions are calculated. I can't allow myself to

How so?" Elio

First, she invited me for coffee and persistently brought up your personal matters. I purposely avoided engaging because I knew it

she wouldn't have gone through the trouble of coming here to ask about it. It's clear she just