The Wrong Woman

Candice couldn't shake the memory of the breakfast Elio had prepared personally, a gentle warmth still lingering within her.

Mervyn scoffed, "Not only is he utterly useless, but he also wears that deadpan expression, like the world is against him or something. His face, all cold and sour!" Grumbling, Candice interjected, "Merv, can you stop criticizing him?"

"Are you bothered?" Mervyn inquired.

"No," Candice replied, her insincerity peeking through.

With a faint smile, Mervyn stated, "I can tell you're bothered. Give me your address, I'll come pick you up. I'll treat you to some delicious food and bring you around." "But I'm not done with work yet."

"What kind of nonsense job is this? Forget about it, I'll take care of you."

Candice smiled wryly and responded, "I can handle myself, thanks for the offer."

Before she could finish, the office door swung open, and Elio emerged, his expression sour.

left

back to work." Candice quickly ended the call, standing up nervously, her

done? Can I leave " Candice's words

and a stern gaze, Elio ignored

a few seconds. What on earth was going on? She pondered, bewildered by Elio's sudden shift from his morning kindness. After a moment of contemplation, she concluded that it must be the immense work pressure and busyness that had caused

company. Guided by Sean, she got into Elio's car.Elio remained

scenery outside. Shouldn't they be

an hour later, much to Candice's surprise, the car stopped in front

asked, "Where

home. He has

bring me here? Shouldn't you have sent me back to the hotel first? If you were busy, you

Sean fell silent.

sat wearily, silent and motionless, his