The Wrong Woman

Chapter 956



The early morning sun filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room as it peeked through the curtain gaps.

Candice lay curled up in Elio's arms, both sound asleep in the warmth of the bed, completely naked and entwined. She stirred slowly, blinking away the remnants of sleep as she woke.

Her movements roused Elio, who gazed fondly at her blushing face with contentment. He leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Candice smiled at him, closed her eyes, and whispered, "Good morning."

Unable to hold back, Elio affectionately nuzzled her cheek, his voice enticing and husky. "You're awake?"

Candice responded with a soft hum.

Elio rolled over gently, positioning himself above her, and buried his head in her neck, showering her with kisses and nuzzles.

Feeling ticklish, Candice squirmed and pushed against his strong chest with her hands.

"Leo, let's not start the morning like this," she murmured shyly.

his sense of their growing closeness. In the past, he had only dreamed of holding

like it wasn't enough. The time spent with her was never enough, nor was the time spent loving her, or even the time spent making

the urge to indulge in her again. He yearned to witness her losing control beneath him, to hear her shy moans, and

down her

overwhelming sensations. Her eyes closed, and she

adored her body. He was unyielding in his teasing and kissing,

joke, "I now see why ancient rulers were so enthralled by beauty that they neglected

day he

et

he was consumed by thoughts of her day and night, always longing to see her, be with her,

a reality. There was no holding him back

into her

and Tristan were enjoying the beauty of the flowers and their coffees in the

them quietly and

her over. "Candice,

she walked over

narrowed her eyes at Candice, then smiled casually before asking, "Did Leo

She wondered if they had installed