The Wrong Woman

With roadside parking off-limits, Sean skillfully maneuvered the car into the nearest parking lot.

Equipped with a black umbrella, he splashed through the pooled water to join Elio, shielding him from the unrelenting rain.

At that moment, Sean found himself at a loss for words.

After all, he had been the one to bring Candice to this location.

Upon returning to the banquet, Sean discovered that Elio was already outside, making his way directly to this very spot. Having stood by Elio's side for many years, Sean was intimately familiar with almost every aspect of his life.

What he witnessed in Elio was a man devoid of joy, weighed down by the expectations of his parents.

Every facet of Elio's existence-his career, his future, even his marriage-had been meticulously orchestrated by them.

Since birth, Elio had never experienced true autonomy. He was merely a puppet shaped by the Hoffis family to inherit their fortune.

For someone like Elio, who had always been drawn to Candice's carefree and innocent spirit, she appeared as an unattainable dream, a vision of happiness forever beyond his grasp.

Sean trembled as the biting wind whipped around him, accompanied by relentless raindrops that felt like they were piercing deep into his core.

Though Sean was only partially damp, Elio was thoroughly soaked. Undoubtedly, Elio must have felt even colder.

Apart from the physical discomfort, witnessing the intimate moments inside the restaurant must have been a tormenting ordeal for him.

You'll catch

Sean's plea, Elio remained silent. He stood unmoving, his silence

each moment heavier than the

on, Sean felt the cold seeping deeper into his bones, causing his body to tremble. His teeth chattered incessantly, and his hands grew increasingly numb. Suddenly, the restaurant door swung open, and Mervyn emerged. Seeing the downpour, he swiftly opened a large umbrella, shielding Candice

her, he drew her close, offering both shelter

an hour of enduring the rain, Elio

around slowly, facing

swiveled and lowered his umbrella, ensuring that

Candice nestled into Mervyn's embrace, her

a hushed tone, she lamented, "It's been pouring for two hours straight. When will

you take your umbrella with you next time you go out," Mervyn gently reminded

replied, her voice tinged with

let's dash for the parking lot up ahead.

adjust the umbrella? You're leaning it all on me, and your clothes are soaked,"

fine," Mervyn

to the parking lot and

delay, Mervyn turned up the heater and offered her

dry, she glanced up and noticed a vehicle in the opposite parking spot with a familiar license

abruptly, scanning