The Wrong Woman

Fearing Elio might misconstrue her words, Candice hastily explained, "Please, don't be angry. I didn't mean to criticize her, I just"

Elio promptly intervened, "I'm not angry. I'm just curious. If you think she's being deceitful, why do you still treat her with such kindness and respect?"

"Her actions are her own. As long as I steer clear, she won't involve me. There's no reason for me to engage in conflict and create unnecessary tension," Candice explained calmly.

Elio couldn't resist tenderly stroking Candice's head, murmuring, "Your wisdom never fails to impress."

Candice smiled in acknowledgment.

As Elio's eyes remained fixated on her lips, his fingertips traced a delicate path against them, revealing a blend of desire and yearning in his gaze.

Feeling Elio's tender caress, Candice's heart raced with anticipation.

She had been looking forward to spending time with him.

But whenever they found themselves alone, Elio grappled with the urge to kiss her, their moments together consumed by physical intimacy.

"Elio-" Candice's words were quickly silenced by Elio's passionate kiss, his hands tenderly embracing her face.

A soft moan escaped Candice's lips as she succumbed to the moment, her eyes closing in surrender.

Gradually, Elio's body pressed against hers, deepening the connection between them.

a sudden, a knock echoed at

entered the room, his

a nervous flurry. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment as her emotions swirled in a turbulent

from Candice's and Elio's stumble spoke volumes. From their breathless state and flushed cheeks, it was clear

in the room. "I'm sorry,

his eyes drift shut as he

"You don't have to

ambiguous interactions. It was meant for professional endeavors, not romantic entanglements between couples. Without another word, Candice swiftly exited the

hurriedly followed after her, calling out urgently,

Candice replied, "I

of resignation, his reluctance palpable as he watched her

be

the office, Elio's demeanor hardened, and he directed a cold gaze toward

of the situation. "Mr. Hoffis, I-I need to discuss

his frustration thinly veiled as he returned to his desk. With a steady voice, he prompted,

over a stack

reviewed the

mind was preoccupied with thoughts of

schedule, carving out time for romance felt like a daunting task.