The Wrong Woman

Fearing Elio might misconstrue her words, Candice hastily explained, "Please, don't be angry. I didn't mean to criticize her, I just―"

Elio promptly intervened, "I'm not angry. I'm just curious. If you think she's being deceitful, why do you still treat her with such kindness and respect?"

"Her actions are her own. As long as I steer clear, she won't involve me. There's no reason for me to engage in conflict and create unnecessary tension," Candice explained calmly.

Elio couldn't resist tenderly stroking Candice's head, murmuring, "Your wisdom never fails to impress."

Candice smiled in acknowledgment.

As Elio's eyes remained fixated on her lips, his fingertips traced a delicate path against them, revealing a blend of desire and yearning in his gaze.

Feeling Elio's tender caress, Candice's heart raced with anticipation.

She had been looking forward to spending time with him.

But whenever they found themselves alone, Elio grappled with the urge to kiss her, their moments together consumed by physical intimacy.

"Elio-" Candice's words were quickly silenced by Elio's passionate kiss, his hands tenderly embracing her face.

A soft moan escaped Candice's lips as she succumbed to the moment, her eyes closing in surrender.

Gradually, Elio's body pressed against hers, deepening the connection between them.

All of a sudden, a knock echoed at the door, interrupting the charged atmosphere.

After two more insistent knocks, Sean entered the room, his presence breaking the tension like a sudden gust of wind.

by the intrusion, Candice pushed Elio away, scrambling to her feet in a nervous flurry. Her

hadn't witnessed their intimate moment, the abrupt movements from Candice's and Elio's stumble spoke volumes. From their breathless

settle in the room.

emotions, Elio let his eyes drift shut as he

then, Candice's voice pierced the silence. "You don't have to leave. I...

meant for professional endeavors,

her, calling out urgently,

"I need to head

resignation, his reluctance palpable as he watched her

Meanwhile, Sean found himself

inadvertently interrupted what seemed to be a

Candice. The fear

met

repercussions weighed

Elio's demeanor hardened, and he directed a cold gaze toward

sensing the delicate nature of the situation. "Mr. Hoffis, I-I need to discuss something very important," he

thinly veiled as he returned to his desk. With

handed over a stack of documents

irritation was palpable as he reviewed

was preoccupied with thoughts of

his hectic schedule, carving out time for

task. How

remained close? How could