The Wrong Woman

Chapter 927

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.

All of a sudden, a knock echoed at the door, interrupting the charged atmosphere.

After two more insistent knocks, Sean entered the room, his presence breaking the tension like a sudden gust of wind.

Startled by the intrusion, Candice pushed Elio away, scrambling to her feet in a nervous flurry. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment as her emotions swirled in a turbulent blend of nerves and shame.

Though Sean hadn't witnessed their intimate moment, the abrupt movements from Candice's and Elio's stumble spoke volumes. From their breathless state and flushed cheeks, it was clear what had transpired between them.

Sean felt an uncomfortable tension settle in the room. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hoffis, I'll leave right away..."

Concealing his emotions, Elio let his eyes drift shut as he exhaled slowly.

Just then, Candice's voice pierced the silence. "You don't have to leave. I... I'll go..."

For Candice, the office seemed like the least appropriate setting for such ambiguous interactions. It was meant for professional endeavors, not romantic entanglements between couples.

Without another word, Candice swiftly exited the room.

Elio hurriedly followed after her, calling out urgently, "Candice !"

Glancing back at him, Candice replied, "I need to head back to work now."

Elio's gaze held a touch of resignation, his reluctance palpable as he watched her leave.

Meanwhile, Sean found himself

drenched in sweat, realizing he had

inadvertently interrupted what seemed to be a moment between

Elio and Candice. The fear of potential repercussions weighed heavily on him.

Once Candice had left the office, Elio's demeanor hardened, and he directed a cold gaze toward Sean.

Sean swallowed nervously, sensing the delicate nature of the situation. "Mr. Hoffis, I-I need to discuss something very important," he stammered.

Elio adjusted his tie, his frustration thinly veiled as he returned to his desk. With a steady voice, he prompted, "Go ahead, what is it?"

Approaching cautiously, Sean handed over a stack of documents to Elio.

Elio's irritation was palpable as he reviewed the papers Sean had presented him with.

Unbeknownst to Sean, Elio's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Candice.

Amid his hectic schedule, carving out time for romance felt like a

daunting task. How could he end

Candice remained close? How could their relationship flourish?

Given Candice's strict upbringing, the notion of cohabitation seemed formidable.

Elio realized he needed a plan.

"Could you look into our upcoming business trips? Plan one for me, and make sure Candice is included," he instructed Sean.

Upon hearing this, Sean felt utterly

exasperated. He hadn't anticipated a

CEO like Elio-typically renowned

his sharp strategic thinking and for

concentration on business

affairs-to express such personal sentiments.

It seemed to be a recurring theme among the younger generation.

Before long, Candice returned to her office.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

She had just settled into her desk when her phone rang.

Checking the caller ID, she noticed it was Mervyn calling.

"Hello, Mervyn," Candice greeted, lifting her phone to her ear as she answered the call.

Mervyn's voice resonated through the phone. "Candice, could you please pick me up? My flight is scheduled for 8:00 pm later. I'm returning to the country."

Candice froze, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected request.