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.

his worry. "Mr. Hoffis, you're soaked through. You'll catch a cold if you stay

Elio remained silent. He stood unmoving, his silence conveying more than words ever

stretched on, each moment heavier than the

causing his body to tremble. His teeth chattered incessantly, and his hands grew increasingly numb. Suddenly, the restaurant door

a protective arm around her, he drew her

an hour of enduring

turned around slowly, facing away

that moment, Sean swiveled and lowered his umbrella, ensuring that Candice

her gaze fixed

she lamented, "It's been pouring for

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

her voice

dash for the parking lot up

You're leaning it all on me, and your clothes

fine," Mervyn

to the

delay, Mervyn turned up the heater and offered her a fresh

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

paused abruptly, scanning her