The Wrong Woman

Elio's deep voice softly pronounced her name. "Candice."

Perplexed, Candice responded, "Yes?"

"Candice," he called out once more.

"I'm here, right beside you. What's wrong?" Candice replied patiently.

"Candice, Candice..." Elio's voice grew heavier, infused with a sense of desolation. As he continued, his eyes reddened further, his gaze gradually drifting away. Observing Elio's condition, Candice felt utterly bewildered.

She had been by his side the whole time, so why was he repeatedly calling her name without providing any further explanation?

Was he intoxicated?

With a bitter twist to his lips, Elio struggled to speak, his words slow and labored. "Ca... Can... dice."

Concern etched on her face, Candice leaned closer. Meeting his gaze, she reassured him. "I'm here."

Elio stole a glance at her, offering a faint smile before reclining further back on the sofa. With his eyes closed, he murmured, "You've intruded into my dreams once more." "What?" Candice couldn't quite grasp his meaning. Intrigued, she leaned in closer and asked, "Elio, what are you trying to tell me?"

"Candice."

"Why do you keep calling my name? Just tell me what's on your mind!" Candice urged, growing impatient.

"C... an... dice."

the bedroom. With urgency, she grabbed her phone and dialed Sean's number. Sean answered the call sluggishly, his

Candice as she began, "I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. Lowe, but it appears that Mr. Hoffis

the living room with his clothing soaked through. I'm

is drunk?" Sean

the hotel just a short while ago? How had he managed to become intoxicated and still not changed out of his wet attire? With a touch of apprehension, Candice elaborated, "Yes, once

doubt he'll even bother changing out of his

over right away," Sean assured, swiftly abandoning his bed

Candice hurried to

Sean was greeted by the sight of Elio still clad in his soaked garments. Witnessing his inebriated

around Elio's shoulders,

her phone aside, Candice joined in, taking hold of

room and carefully laid him down

he couldn't help but

end up so intoxicated and drenched? Didn't he have

he understood Elio's sentiments, he was aware that disclosing even a hint of them

was intricate,

considerations-matters that Sean wasn't at liberty

Sean respectfully proposed, "Ms Candice, would you mind stepping out for a moment?