The Wrong Woman

After their intimate time together, Candice, overcome with embarrassment, hastily dressed while Elio was bewildered. She practically sprinted away from the room.

"Candice..." Elio called out. He couldn't go after her as he wasn't fully dressed yet.

She dashed out of the office and into the elevator, gasping for breath. Upon returning to the design department, Vanessa hurried over and leaned forward with her hands on Candice's table. Vanessa's gaze fell upon Candice's flushed face and slightly swollen lips.

"Candice, what happened? Why are you so red? Did you have lunch?"

Candice avoided Vanessa's gaze, looking down sheepishly. "Yes, I did. Just by myself."

"I didn't see you in the cafeteria! And you usually take only half an hour for lunch. Why did it take you over an hour today?"

"I-I didn't eat at the company cafeteria. I went somewhere... far."

Vanessa lightly smacked Candice's hand with a hint of displeasure. "Candice, why didn't you bring me along if you found a great spot?"

a smile and tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. "Next

exclaimed,

looked at her

to her neck. Then, she questioned, "Why's there a red mark on your neck? It looks like a hickey." Candice panicked.

love bite!" Vanessa said, looking

let her hair fall to cover her neck. Then, she feigned annoyance. "Don't

easily tell whether it was a mosquito bite or a hickey. Moreover, Candice's bashful expression was unmistakable. Her face was ablaze with redness, and her eyes were brimming

sighed and asked, "Candice, are you

trying to

mumbled disappointedly, "Alright then. I'll let Wendell know he should move on and look for someone

smile. "That's something you should have done a

she turned on her computer and

slumped back into her chair and rested her head on the desk, intending to take a brief nap

A wave of awkwardness and embarrassment swept over her,