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.

was upset because she'd left the meeting midway, disrespecting him

should go back to work." Candice

Hoffis, are you done? Can I leave " Candice's words

expression and a stern gaze, Elio ignored Candice and strode past her, heading

and stood stunned for 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,

by Sean, she got into Elio's car.Elio remained silent, his face unreadable, radiating an air of tension that made Candice inexplicably

the scenery outside. Shouldn't they be heading back to the hotel by

the car stopped in front of a

Candice asked, "Where

this is the governor's home. He has invited Mr. Hoffis to a banquet

me back to the hotel first? If you were busy, you could've at least told me so could find my own way back."

Sean fell silent.

Elio beside her. He sat wearily, silent and motionless, his