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.

the airport. After ending the call,

the flight is about to depart," Sean

event. We're going home immediately,"

knew better than to argue further, especially after overhearing that the call was

could be canceled, postponed, or even skipped. However,

rerouted and headed to Elio's

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

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

surprised to see Sean. She nodded and thanked him swiftly before making her way into the

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

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

herself rooted to the spot when she was about three feet away from Elio. She struggled to find the right words to begin their

and walked past Elio. As she brushed past him,