The Wrong Woman

What kind of photo is it that she mustn't see? Is it another woman?

Feeling her patience wane, Candice said, "I'm going back now."

Elio approached her and remarked, "I'll go with you and explain everything to your family."

"No, you can't." Candice quickly stopped him, her nerves showing. "Let me first see how they feel about it. We can decide based on that."

"No matter the situation or the outcome, I'm willing to bear it all alone. You don't have to worry about me," Elio reassured her.

Worrying there might be unforeseen events, he was anxious to solidify their relationship and get the marriage certificate so he could finally be at ease.

"There's no need to rush. Let's take it slow. I'll persuade my family, and you can do the same with yours. Is that okay?" Candice asked.

Still, Elio was worried that something might go wrong. However, he couldn't be too hasty and risk scaring Candice, as it might potentially ruin everything. "Okay, I'll follow your lead."

Candice curiously pointed at the covered photo, smiling calmly and feigning indifference as she inquired, "Whose photo is that?"

bedside table, feeling

it was a photo he had secretly

For now, he couldn't tell

opposition, he used his influence in the Recruitment Department to ensure Candice passed the

trips abroad, distancing her from her family and creating opportunities for them to be intimate, hoping she would get pregnant. He never used protection during their encounters,

would think he was despicable, that his methods

planned to admit his mistakes and slowly make amends,

and turned

his hand to support her, worried

demeanor, Candice couldn't help but smile and pushed his hand away.

hope for happiness. He couldn't afford to lose it. Thus, Elio

muttered unhappily, "You just

you,"