The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 883

There was a persistent knock on the door.

Unwilling to respond, Elio remained motionless. His gaze was desolate and distant. It was as if he was lost in another world.

It wasn't until the knocking ceased and Mila's voice came to his ears that he snapped back to reality.

"Elio, it's me, Wanda."

Although Mila was rarely home, she held a warm and kind image in Elio's heart. He found those affections he lacked from Michaela in Mila.

Shaken from his thoughts, Elio got to his feet and turned the portrait around before heading to the door.

As the door was opened, Mila noticed his somber expression and lifeless gaze. She felt a pang of sympathy.

"Wanda, do you need something?" Elio asked.

Mila's eyes crinkled into a smile as she asked softly, "May I come in and sit for a while?"

Elio hesitated briefly, then opened the door wider. "Come in."

Mila stepped into the spacious room. Despite the brightness of the lights, the atmosphere felt dull and cold. There was a large bed, a row of cabinets, and a couch, all in subdued, cool tones that mirrored Elio's personality.

It was no surprise that he had a secret crush on Candice. She was like a ray of sunshine—warm and radiant, with a naturally soothing presence.

Mila settled onto the couch, her gaze sweeping the room until it landed on the portrait, now facing the floor. She offered a faint smile and patted the spot beside her. "Elio, come sit with me."

Elio complied and leaned back on the couch.

Mila looked at him from head to toe. He was young, handsome, wealthy, and five years older than Candice. Despite his less-than-charming personality, Elio was a fundamentally good man—kind, determined, and responsible.

These traits had seen him through the tough love of his upbringing under Michaela and shaped him into the man he was now. Candice could certainly have chosen someone far worse.

"Did you want to talk about something?" Elio asked.

"Yes, Nathan and I are here for your wedding next month," said Mila.

Elio's face clouded over, and he responded icily, "There won't be a wedding."