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 guilty. "It's a picture

was a photo he had secretly

For now, he couldn't tell her that

he used his influence in the Recruitment Department to

her from her family and creating opportunities for them to be intimate, hoping

she would think he was despicable,

mistakes and slowly make amends, hoping for

and

hand to support her, worried she might slip on the

help but smile and pushed his hand away. "You don't have to be so nervous.

afford to lose it. Thus, Elio held her hand gently and spoke softly, "Be

felt a twinge of bitterness and muttered unhappily, "You just

you,"