The Wrong Woman

The morning of early autumn was chilly.

The sky was just turning white, casting a faint light into the room through the sheer curtains on the balcony.

A man lay shirtless on the large bed with a thin blanket covering his waist. He had well-defined muscles and flawless features.

A gust of cold wind brushed past, causing the sheer curtains to flutter gently.

Feeling the chill, he subconsciously reached out to the side.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the empty space beside him. His heart shrunk instantly.

In the next moment, he quickly sat up then grabbed his clothes at the end of the bed, and put them on.

His expression was tense as he rushed to the bathroom. He quickly pushed the door open and called out anxiously, "Candice!" There was no one in the bathroom.

Elio anxiously searched everywhere, including the balcony, living room, kitchen, and study. After that, he returned to the bedroom.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number. Breathing heavily, his hand pressed against his forehead as he stared at the deep red bloodstains on the bed. His heart ached. "Hello, the number you dialed is switched off."

the bed alone. His head was hung low, and a sense of loneliness washed over him. He dialed another number

morning, Mr. Hoffis," Sadie answered from the other

"Where's Candice?"

to ask me this morning if the work

"Left to where?"

went back to

she could

she

so he ended the call and threw the

as the room

upset, he lay sideways on the bed with his eyes

was just

for Elio, it was

six hours by plane and an

felt exhausted. She got out of the car, dragging her suitcase, and

the garden, a kindly middle-aged man greeted

"Ms. Candice, good afternoon."

the butler of the Morrison