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

entered the room, his presence breaking the tension like

feet in a nervous flurry. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment

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

settle in the room. "I'm sorry,

his eyes drift shut as he

the silence. "You don't have to leave.

the office seemed like the least appropriate setting for such ambiguous interactions. It was meant for professional endeavors,

hurriedly followed after her,

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

touch of resignation, his reluctance palpable as he watched her

drenched in sweat, realizing he had inadvertently interrupted what seemed to be a moment between Elio and Candice. The fear of met

office, Elio's demeanor hardened, and he directed a

the situation. "Mr. Hoffis, I-I need to discuss something very important," he

frustration thinly veiled as he returned to his

over a

palpable as he reviewed the papers Sean had

to Sean, Elio's mind was preoccupied

time for romance felt like a daunting task.