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.

he said, "I asked the chef to prepare

her a second

had he managed to

walk past him toward the dining table,

her seat, she was struck by the sight of the table laden with her favorites-six dishes and a soup, precisely what she

Elio, you've really laid it on thick with this meal. Everything here

Candice shyly lowered her gaze and accepted the bowl of soup Jasper handed her. She began to sip it quietly. Jasper sensed there was more to the

dining etiquette was marked by elegance and formality. He ate quietly, without speaking or

They admired his posture at the

the intensity of their

quickly lowered their heads

rush to leave as it was only 8:00 pm. The maid brought some fruit, and the trio settled