The Wrong Woman

"Are you not interested in him?" Josie asked.

"We're not in the kind of relationship you're imagining," Candice explained.

Josie simply smiled and remained silent.

After entering the villa, she handed the basket of strawberries to the maid before settling on the couch with Candice. While Candice sat upright with formal poise, Josie lounged with ease as if she owned the place.

"My dad and Mr. Morrison have been close friends for years. I practically grew up here, running around as a kid," Josie said casually.

Candice looked puzzled. "With Uncle Nathan and Aunt Chubs so often away, how did you manage to visit?"

"Leo brought me here," Josie explained with a hint of pride. "He always tried to escape his parents' strict rules. He'd stay here for a few days whenever he felt suffocated at home."

She pointed at one of the rooms on the upper floor and added, "See that room up there? That's our secret hideout."

Josie pointed. Any adult would immediately grasp the implication of

feelings of envy and discomfort. "So, you and Leo have been close since childhood," she commented, trying

in. Seizing the moment, she said, "Isn't it similar to you and Mervyn? Your fathers were both comrades and colleagues. You practically grew up side by side with him,

Candice nodded in agreement.

feelings for you, too,"

Josie suddenly mentioned

silently for a moment before turning to ascend the stairs. All he wanted to do was to retreat to his room, shower, and change

him already returned. Just then, the maid arrived with a plate of freshly washed strawberries. She set it down on

one," Josie urged, offering her a large strawberry.

a faint smile, Candice said, "Sure, thank

a bite, Josie rose and remarked, "Feel

Josie as she headed upstairs toward the room she dubbed her secret

Candice's mouth turned inexplicably bitter. She lost her appetite and sank back into the couch, waiting

more intense than the last. The agony