The Wrong Woman

Somebody was skeptical. "How's that possible? You-"

Tristan interrupted with a serious tone. "We're somewhat related, yes. But didn't you notice she called us by our first name?"

While the others continued to laugh and joke, Candice was quietly moved by Tristan's words.

Tristan's recognition of her meant that her recent efforts hadn't been wasted. However, Michaela remained unconvinced. She was fond of Candice but disagreed with her marrying Elio.

After a long day, Candice returned home late at night. She bid farewell to Tristan and Michaela and returned to her room. Then, she indulged in a hot bath and massaged her sore shoulders and neck before settling into bed.

Her phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw it was a message from Elio. "Open the door. I want to see you."

Candice sat up in bed and typed a reply. "It's too late."

Though she longed to spend more time with Elio, they were under his parents' roof, and Michaela had made her wishes clear-Elio and Candice were to sleep in separate rooms. Candice didn't want to cause any upset.

days a week, including weekends, you're always with

Resignedly, she rose from her

as the door was opened, Elio slipped inside quickly. He wrapped one arm around

but Elio silenced her with

effortlessly lifted her light

together, Candice pressed her hands against Elio's chest, finally turning her face aside to break free from his kiss. Elio's lips started to

weakly said, "Elio, we shouldn't. It wouldn't be good if your parents found

of his breath against her skin sent a shiver down her spine leaving

see each other every day,"

Candice was lying on top of him. He cradled the back of her head and waist, his gaze intense and earnest. Each word he spoke was stressed with

all your time with them. What about me? Don't you

Candice offered a helpless smile. "I'm doing

seek their approval. I'll only marry you