The Wrong Woman

The morning light flooded the balcony, filling the room with warmth.

Candice slowly woke up from her sleep.

As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the handsome face that had haunted her dreams throughout her youth.

The man was lying on his side. He was fast asleep next to her with his face facing her.

She blinked, feeling like she was dreaming. How was it possible that she would wake up to find Elio beside her?

She thought she was still dreaming, so she closed her eyes to adjust. After opening her eyes again, she found that the man in front of her was real.

She recalled that she was at the Campbell Residence last night. After welcoming Mervyn back and having a few drinks, she drunkenly fell asleep.

Drunk?

Candice suddenly realized that she had indeed gotten drunk, but why was she in Elio's bed right now? How did she end up here? Who had brought her to Elio's house?

The more she thought about it, the more nervous she became. She felt restless and uneasy for some reason.

as she wanted to touch Elio's face, but she hesitated. She lightly traced his brow, down the bridge of his nose then gently slid her finger downward. Suddenly, Elio groggily

trembled. She was stunned for a few seconds before quickly withdrawing her

into

shy and nervous. She lowered her eyes to avoid his stare. Her heart raced as she tried to

Elio said in a husky and low voice, "Candice, let's get

proposal. She just stared at him in

get

knowing how to react. "We're already engaged, so

"Since we're engaged, we'll eventually get married. We might as well

Besides, I

meet them

She changed the subject, "How did I end up

to wrap his arms around her waist then rested his chin on

said, "You drank with Mervyn last night and fell

to pick

scoffed softly. He

as his sister,"