The Wrong Woman

Candice texted a reply. "I'm busy at the moment."

Yet, Elio continued to message her.

"Can we talk in person?"

"Candice, you didn't turn me down initially. So, why the sudden change in your behavior? What do you mean by this?"

"I'm waiting for you. Are you coming down, or should I come up?"

Candice stared at Elio's messages on her phone, unsure how to respond. As her anxiety mounted, she turned and glanced at Vanessa.

With her extensive experience in matters of the heart, Vanessa was often regarded as somewhat of a love guru. Candice scooted her chair closer to Vanessa and whispered, "Vanessa, can I ask you something?"

Vanessa, who had been dozing off with her head resting on the desk, murmured sleepily, "Go ahead."

"My friend has had a crush on a guy she's known since they were kids. However, he's always kept his distance and even avoids her. He doesn't seem to like her much.

they've

sat up abruptly, her hand flying to cover her mouth in shock, her eyes wide as she looked

asked,

frowned and said, "Candice, it's clear that

about my friend," Candice

pout. "Babe, your friend has definitely been taken advantage of. That's terrible. Who's

"What do you mean?"

explained, "It's obvious your friend has blossomed into a stunning beauty. So, now this guy is suddenly

him from wanting to sleep with her now! You know how men can be, they often

face turned a shade paler, and she was so distraught

"Candice, it sounds like your friend doesn't understand much about relationships. She's inexperience and too naive, which is why she was

Candice murmured in

he ever say he wanted to be in a relationship with your friend?" Vanessa

tears welled up in her eyes. Elio had expressed such desires, nor had he hinted

well. I'm going to take the rest of the day off and