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

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

Can I leave "

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

from his morning kindness.

Guided by Sean, she got into Elio's car.Elio remained silent, his face unreadable, radiating an

against the car window, Candice gazed quietly at the scenery outside. Shouldn't they be heading back to

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

out, Candice asked, "Where are

is the governor's home. He has

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

Sean fell silent.

He sat wearily, silent and motionless, his eyes