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."

atmosphere felt dull and cold. There was a large bed, a row of cabinets, and a couch, all in subdued, cool

secret crush on Candice. She was like a ray of sunshine-warm and

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

wealthy, and five years older than Candice. Despite his less-than-charming personality, Elio was a fundamentally good man—kind, determined,

upbringing under Michaela and shaped him into the man he was now. Candice could

you want to talk about

and I are here for your

he responded icily,

the invitations and told

silent, his gaze turning

push you into

scornful smirk crossed

in concern. "Why aren't you

to do if she was behind Candice's close call overseas.

spiked. "What happened

over now, and

She treats her like her own granddaughter. Don't worry too much. It definitely wasn't

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