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."

as she exclaimed, "You're seriously drunk!" before quickly retreating into the bedroom. With urgency, she grabbed her phone and dialed Sean's number. Sean answered the call sluggishly, his voice still heavy

for disturbing you, Mr. Lowe, but it appears that

currently seated in the living room with his clothing

is drunk?" Sean exclaimed, caught off

a short while ago? How had he managed to become intoxicated and still not changed out of his wet attire? With a touch

I doubt he'll even bother changing out of his wet clothes. Could you please come over

over right away," Sean assured, swiftly abandoning his bed and rushing over in his

the doorbell chimed, Candice hurried

sight of Elio still clad in his soaked garments. Witnessing his inebriated state

gently, he draped an arm around Elio's shoulders, guiding him

her phone aside, Candice joined in, taking hold

assisted Elio into his room and carefully laid him down on

up, he couldn't help but exchange

banquet? How did he end up so intoxicated and drenched? Didn't he have an umbrella?" Sean struggled

Elio's sentiments, he was aware that disclosing even

between Elio and Candice was

considerations-matters that Sean wasn't at liberty to

would you mind stepping out for a moment?