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.

to her feet in a nervous flurry. Her

spoke volumes. From their breathless state and flushed cheeks, it was

room. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hoffis, I'll

his emotions, Elio let his eyes drift shut as he

silence. "You don't have to

was meant for

hurriedly followed after her, calling out urgently,

"I need to head

a touch of resignation, his

Meanwhile, Sean found himself

sweat, realizing he had inadvertently interrupted what seemed to be a moment

and Candice. The fear

met

weighed

the office, Elio's demeanor hardened, and

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

to his

a stack of documents

he reviewed the papers Sean had presented him

Sean, Elio's mind was preoccupied with

schedule, carving out time for romance felt like

How could he

How