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.

of a sudden, a knock echoed at the

Sean entered the room, his presence breaking the

to her feet in a nervous flurry. Her cheeks glowed with

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

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

eyes drift shut as he exhaled

"You don't

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

followed after her, calling out

him, Candice replied, "I need to head

touch of resignation, his reluctance palpable as he watched

realizing he had inadvertently interrupted what seemed to be a moment between Elio and Candice. The

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

nature of the situation. "Mr. Hoffis, I-I

to his

Sean handed over a stack

palpable as he reviewed the

was preoccupied

out time for romance felt like a daunting task. How could he