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."

urgency, she grabbed her phone

as she began, "I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. Lowe, but

seated in the living room with his clothing soaked through. I'm genuinely worried

Mr. Hoffis is drunk?"

perfectly fine when he was dropped off at 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 he

even bother changing out of his wet

away," Sean assured, swiftly abandoning his

the doorbell chimed, Candice hurried to

clad in his soaked garments. Witnessing his inebriated state stirred

an arm around Elio's shoulders,

Candice joined in, taking hold of Elio's

assisted Elio into his room and carefully laid him

Sean straightened up, he couldn't help

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

he was aware that

Candice was intricate, with

Elio had his own considerations-matters that Sean wasn't

proposed, "Ms Candice, would you mind stepping out for a moment? I'll assist Mr. Hoffis in