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.

lately, as they've both gotten older, he's been reaching out to her and they've slept

hand flying to cover her mouth in shock, her eyes wide as

Candice asked, "What's

and said, "Candice, it's clear that someone is taking advantage

talking about my friend,"

a sympathetic pout. "Babe, your friend has definitely been taken advantage of. That's terrible. Who's this jerk?" Candice swallowed nervously, her breathing

"What do you mean?"

into a stunning beauty. So, now this

from wanting to sleep with her now! You know how

she was so distraught that she couldn't

grasped Candice's cold hand and comforted her. "Candice, it sounds like your friend doesn't understand much about relationships. She's inexperience and too naive, which is why

that," Candice murmured in a weak

be

Candice's heart. Her fingers trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. Elio had expressed such desires,

overwhelmed, Candice stood up. "Vanessa, I don't feel well. I'm going to take the rest of the