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.

sitting in his car en route to the airport. After ending the call, he firmly instructed, "Turn around and

Hoffis, the flight is about to depart,"

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

than to argue further, especially after overhearing that the

season launch event was negotiable-it could be canceled, postponed, or even skipped. However, missing any chance to see

headed

later, Candice arrived at Hillside Villa. As she reached for the doorbell,

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

Sean. She nodded and thanked him swiftly before making her way into the villa. Passing through the meticulously tended front

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

her chest, setting off a flurry of nerves. It felt as though a wild rabbit was living in her heart, its frantic

feet away from Elio. She struggled to find the right words

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