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."

was hung low, and a sense of loneliness washed

morning, Mr. Hoffis," Sadie

"Where's Candice?"

the work here was done. I said

"Left to where?"

back

could go back?" he

without your permission, she couldn't leave on her own. But she didn't listen to me,

to listen to the explanation any longer, so he ended the call

curtains fluttered gently as the room fell into

lay sideways on the

was

for Elio, it

hours by plane and an

exhausted. She got out of the car, dragging her suitcase, and entered the picturesque Morrison Residence, where she punched

kindly middle-aged

"Ms. Candice, good afternoon."

Camden, the