The Wrong Woman

Candice was shocked. She couldn't grasp what Elio meant by his words.

Was it possible that his desire for beauty and pleasure could drive him to such reckless extremes, even at the risk of his own life?

Elio declared his desire for her. Wasn't he afraid that her family would kill him for trying to make her his mistress? Didn't he have any moral boundaries? Candice was livid.

"Let go of me," she demanded.

Elio loosened his grip on her wrist and took a step back.

Candice massaged her aching hand. "Elio, just give up. Marry Josie and live a good life with her. Be good to her, and stop chasing after me."

With those words, Candice stormed off. She angrily unlocked and pushed through a large iron gate. As she walked, she cursed inwardly at Elio.

was despicable. If he weren't already committed to someone else, she would've considered being with him, even as

had been by his side for many years, and their wedding was just a

the living

evening, Mr. Elio," the maid greeted

looking despondent. Mila's voice came to his ears

indifferently, without stopping as he continued toward the stairs.

sour with frustration. "He wouldn't look this upset even if he lost billions. It has to be her influence," she muttered darkly. "Do you

be less worried if it were Josie. His marriage is deeply troubling me,"

a wry smile and patted her back reassuringly. "Mom, don't worry so much. Young people manage their own love lives. Let him choose for himself. Don't meddle or try to arrange anything. He can handle

voice. "I'm

was taken aback.