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 knock echoed at the door,

room, his presence breaking the tension like a sudden

the intrusion, Candice pushed Elio away, scrambling to her feet in a nervous flurry. Her

from Candice's and Elio's stumble spoke volumes. From their breathless state

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

let his eyes drift

silence. "You don't have to leave.

interactions. It was meant for professional endeavors, not romantic entanglements between couples. Without another word,

her, calling

at him, Candice replied, "I need to head back to

a touch of resignation, his reluctance palpable as he

had inadvertently interrupted what seemed to be a moment between Elio and Candice. The fear of met potential

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

sensing the delicate nature of the situation. "Mr. Hoffis, I-I need to

as he returned to his desk.

cautiously, Sean handed over a stack

he reviewed the

mind was preoccupied with thoughts of

time for romance felt like a daunting task. How could