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 a cold if you stay out here any

Elio remained silent. He stood unmoving, his

each moment heavier than the

into his bones, causing his body to tremble. His teeth chattered incessantly, and his hands grew

around her, he drew her

of enduring the rain, Elio

facing away

moment, Sean swiveled and lowered his umbrella, ensuring that

Mervyn's embrace, her gaze fixed

tone, she lamented, "It's been pouring for two

rain lately. Make sure you take your umbrella with you next time you go

Candice replied, her voice

let's dash for the parking lot up ahead. That's where my car is

could you adjust the umbrella? You're leaning it all on me, and

Mervyn

to

Mervyn turned up the heater and offered

drenched, her shoes were completely soaked. As she wiped them dry, she glanced up and noticed a

paused abruptly,