The Wrong Woman

Candice rose to her feet as well. Elio seemed slightly flustered. He quickly suggested, "Since you're already here, why not stay for dinner?"

Jasper hesitated, glancing at Elio, who gestured toward the dining table where a maid set out the dishes.

"It's already dark outside. You'll be hungry if you head back now. Why not eat here?" said Elio.

Jasper looked over at Candice. Unperturbed, she replied, "I'm fine with either option."

Feeling a twinge of sympathy for Elio's loneliness, Jasper headed over to the dining table with a faint smile. "Alright, let's stay and have dinner with Uncle Elio."

Candice pulled out her phone and sent a message to Florence. "Grandma, Jasper and I will have dinner out tonight. Don't wait up."

After sending the message, she rose from the couch and nearly collided with Elio as she stepped out. Startled, she took a step back, and her gentle gaze met his. Elio's emotions seemed heightened, his typical cold and handsome face now revealing a hint of warmth.

a gentle voice, he said, "I asked the chef to

her

sudden? And how had he managed to prepare her favorite

her to walk past him toward the dining table, and followed closely

she was struck by the sight of the table

laid it on thick with this meal. Everything

handed her. She began to sip it quietly. Jasper sensed there was more to the situation but chose to remain silent with

elegance and formality. He

turning to observe Elio. They admired his posture at the table;

intensity of

warm gazes. Embarrassed, they quickly lowered their heads and resumed eating

fruit, and the trio settled into the living room to watch a movie. The