The Wrong Woman

Candice's emotions swirled as she anxiously muttered, "It's me."

Elio's breathing grew heavy. Overcome with nerves, he found himself speechless for a long moment. Unsure of why Candice had called, he waited for her to continue.

"Are you... free?" Candice asked timidly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, I'm free," Elio replied immediately.

"Could we meet and talk in person?"

"Of course," Elio responded without hesitation. He then added, "Where should we meet? I can come to pick you up."

Candice paused to think. Realizing that everywhere was crowded and they risked being seen, she decided on a safer approach. "You don't have to pick me up. I'll come to your place instead. I'll be there in half an hour."

"Alright," Elio replied.

Once she hung up, Candice rose to her feet, put on a mask, and stepped out of the public restroom.

was sitting in his car en route to the airport. After ending

Hoffis, the flight is about to depart," Sean

the event. We're going home immediately," Elio commanded with unwavering

argue further, especially after overhearing that

was negotiable-it could be canceled, postponed, or even skipped. However, missing any chance

rerouted and headed to

at Hillside Villa. As she reached for

arrival. He greeted her respectfully, "Hello, Ms. Morrison. Please come

and thanked him swiftly before making her way into the villa. Passing through the meticulously tended front garden, she headed

Elio, clad in a crisp white shirt and sleek black trousers, exuding elegance and striking handsomeness. His penetrating gaze locked onto

laid eyes on him, her heart would dance in her chest, setting off a flurry of nerves. It felt as though a wild rabbit was living in her heart, its

found herself rooted to the spot when she was about three feet away from Elio. She struggled to find

Elio. As she brushed past him, she couldn't shake off the