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.

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

Candice quickly ended the call, standing up nervously, her mouth

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

Elio ignored Candice

his morning kindness. After a moment of contemplation, she concluded that it must be the immense work pressure and busyness that had

she got into Elio's car.Elio remained silent,

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

much to Candice's surprise, the car stopped in

out, Candice asked, "Where

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

the hotel first? If you were busy, you could've

Sean fell silent.

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