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?"

the bedside table, feeling guilty. "It's

it was a photo

confess everything after they got married. For now, he couldn't tell her

Michaela's strong opposition, he used his influence in the Recruitment Department to ensure Candice passed the interview and joined

for her to accompany him on business trips abroad, distancing her from her family and creating opportunities for them to

yet, fearing she would think he was despicable, that

to admit his mistakes and slowly make amends, hoping for

ask further and

his hand to support her,

demeanor, Candice couldn't help but smile and pushed his hand away. "You don't have to be so nervous. I'm not that

couldn't afford to lose it. Thus, Elio held

muttered unhappily,

want you,"