My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 353

He spoke naturally, his gaze subtly fixed on Candice.

Candice hadn't said anything yet when Angela approached with a smile, all out to support Alex.

She had just touched up her makeup, and her eyes sparkled when she smiled. "Ah, Mr. Elysian, I told you earlier that I'd take you back."

Angela, a native of Solaris, spoke with a natural coyness. It wasn't feigned but rather pleasant to listen to.

She looked at Candice and smiled, "Do you know Mr. Elysian?"

The inquiry in her tone was evident, and Candice replied calmly, "My studio has collaborated with Mr. Elysian."

"Oh, I see." Angela's tone took a turn, "No wonder Mr. Elysian takes care of you so much. But the weather is not good now, and you outsiders may not adapt well to typhoon days. It would be more suitable for me to take Mr. Elysian back."

There was no subtle implication; Angela was direct.

In the past, Candice would have unreservedly rebutted, but now, she just nodded, taking it as acknowledgment.

She turned away, and Angela's sweet voice came from behind, a blend of coquetry and playfulness, "Mr. Elysian."

Along with this voice, a mix of cedar and alcohol scent, cool yet intoxicated, wafted over.

The man's shadow cast over her, and Alex's slightly hoarse voice echoed above her, "Stop playing around; I really don't feel well."

Candice hesitated for a moment, lifting her eyes to Alex. The crystal lamp in the private room was clear and bright, making the slightly tipsy look in Alex's eyes even more noticeable.

His eyes were dark and shiny due to the alcohol.

Alex's shirt collar was tightly fastened, but his eyes were tinged with red. The air of lofty coldness instantly turned into a tempting aura.

He was close to Candice, and his warmth could be felt on her skin.

Instinctively, she took a step back, creating some distance between them. Unconsciously, she reminded Alex, "If you're not feeling well, you should see a doctor."

Alex paused, and he lightly twisted his eyebrows. "What are you angry about?"

Candice's gaze dimmed. She had half a mind to argue, but she felt that arguing with a drunk wouldn't mean much.

Suppressing her anger, she said, "I'll call Sawyer for you."

Alex remained silent. When Candice looked up again, she found him gazing at her intently.

After a while, his lips slightly moved, and his low voice murmured, "Candice, my stomach seems uncomfortable."

In the early years of his entrepreneurial journey, Alex drank a lot, resulting in several health issues, with gastrointestinal problems being the most severe. Later, when Aether Corporation began developing, he stopped drinking too much.

However, tonight, many people were urging him to drink. He couldn't refuse all of them without losing face, and it seemed his old problem had flared up again.

"You can ask Sawyer to take you to see a doctor—"

As Candice spoke, Alex suddenly clutched his stomach and leaned toward her.

The once faint scent of alcohol now intensified, catching her off guard. She reached out to support him.

Alex, tall and robust, was already a head taller than Candice. Now, almost all his strength pressed down on her.

Supporting him became a bit strenuous for her.