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."

sat on the bed alone. His head was hung low, and a sense of loneliness

morning, Mr. Hoffis," Sadie answered from the

"Where's Candice?"

morning if the work here was done. I said yes,

"Left to where?"

went back to

she could go back?" he

I told Candice that without your permission, she couldn't

ended the call and threw the phone aside. He looked listless

fluttered gently as the room fell into

heart beat hard. Feeling upset, he lay sideways on the bed with his eyes closed. He weakly lifted his hand to cover his eyes, pressing

was

for Elio, it

journey took six hours by plane and an hour

to Phoenicial in Norvania, she felt exhausted. She got out of the car, dragging her suitcase, and entered the picturesque Morrison

a kindly

"Ms. Candice, good afternoon."

man was Camden, the butler of the Morrison