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.

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

intimate moment, the abrupt movements from Candice's and Elio's stumble spoke volumes. From their breathless

room.

emotions, Elio let his eyes

"You don't have to leave. I...

ambiguous interactions. It was meant for professional endeavors, not romantic

her, calling

"I need to head back

touch of resignation, his reluctance palpable

Meanwhile, Sean found himself

realizing he had inadvertently interrupted what

Candice.

met

weighed

office, 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

as he returned to his desk. With a steady voice, he prompted, "Go

Sean handed over a stack of documents to

irritation was palpable as he reviewed the papers Sean had presented him

mind was

hectic schedule, carving out time for romance felt like

task. How could he

remained close? How