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 the

to go, I should go back to work." Candice quickly

done? Can I leave "

stern gaze, Elio ignored Candice and strode past her, heading for

stunned for a few seconds. What on earth was going on? She pondered, bewildered by Elio's sudden shift from his morning kindness. After

and left the company. Guided by Sean, she got into Elio's car.Elio remained silent, his face unreadable,

against the car window, Candice gazed quietly at the scenery outside. Shouldn't

hour later, much to Candice's surprise, the car stopped in front of a luxurious

asked,

explained, "Ms. Candice, this is the governor's home. He

exclaimed, "Why bring me here? Shouldn't you have sent me back to the hotel first? If you were busy, you could've at least told me so could

Sean fell silent.

beside her. He sat wearily, silent