The Wrong Woman

Chapter 883

There was a persistent knock on the door.

Unwilling to respond, Elio remained motionless. His gaze was desolate and distant. It was as if he was lost in another world.

It wasn't until the knocking ceased and Mila's voice came to his ears that he snapped back to reality.

"Elio, it's me, Wanda."

Although Mila was rarely home, she held a warm and kind image in Elio's heart. He found those affections he lacked from Michaela in Mila.

Shaken from his thoughts, Elio got to his feet and turned the portrait around before heading to the door.

As the door was opened, Mila noticed his somber expression and lifeless gaze. She felt a pang of sympathy.

"Wanda, do you need something?" Elio asked.

Mila's eyes crinkled into a smile as she asked softly, "May I come in and sit for a while?"

Elio hesitated briefly, then opened the door wider. "Come in."

brightness of the lights, the atmosphere felt dull and cold. There was a large bed, a

secret crush on Candice. She was like a ray of

landed on the portrait, now facing the floor. She offered a faint smile and patted the spot beside her. "Elio, come sit with me." Elio complied and leaned back on the

head to toe. He was young, handsome, wealthy, and five years older than Candice. Despite his less-than-charming

him through the tough love of his upbringing under Michaela and shaped

to talk about something?" Elio

for your wedding next month,"

he responded icily,

sent out the invitations and

silent, his

push you into

smirk crossed Elio's

concern. "Why

behind Candice's close call overseas. Should I have

spiked. "What happened

over now, and she's

said firmly, "Mom truly adores Candice. She treats her like her own granddaughter. Don't worry too much. It definitely wasn't Mom."

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