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.

echoed at the door,

entered the room, his presence breaking the tension like

intrusion, Candice pushed Elio away, scrambling to her feet in a nervous flurry. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment as her emotions swirled in a turbulent blend of nerves

Elio's stumble spoke

settle in the room. "I'm sorry, Mr.

Elio let his eyes drift shut as he

then, Candice's voice pierced the silence. "You don't have

the office seemed like the least appropriate setting for such ambiguous interactions. It was meant for professional endeavors, not romantic entanglements between couples. Without

after her,

Candice replied, "I need to head

gaze held a touch of resignation, his reluctance palpable as he

found himself drenched in sweat, realizing he had inadvertently interrupted what seemed to be a

hardened, and he directed a

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

veiled as he returned to his desk. With a steady voice, he prompted, "Go ahead, what

a stack of

reviewed the papers

mind was

carving out time for romance