The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 922

After their kiss, Candice found herself breathless.

Reluctantly, Elio withdrew from her tender lips, their foreheads meeting as they exchanged heavy, tangled breaths.

The atmosphere in the room grew charged, infused with an undeniable sense of desire.

Feeling shy and overwhelmed, Candice lowered her eyes, unable to muster the courage to meet Elio's intense gaze.

"I should go now," Elio broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay," Candice replied softly.

"Perhaps if you find the time, you should come and see me more often," Elio murmured gently.

Candice felt a pang of confusion. Why was it up to her to initiate their dates?

"Can't you be the one to come visit me?" Candice whispered.

Elio suppressed a smile, his lips curling slightly. "I could. It's just that your family is always around, and your office is quite busy."

Candice now understood his implication. He preferred meeting in private, either in his office or at home.

In a gentle tone, she replied, "Sure."

With a knowing smile, Elio gently caressed her cheek before stepping out and carefully closing the door behind him.

Meanwhile, Candice lowered her head, a bashful smile playing on her lips. Her hands instinctively covered her mouth as she struggled to stifle her giggles.

Overflowing with joy, she rushed to the bed, happily wrapping herself in the blanket and spinning around with sheer delight.

She still couldn't quite understand why Elio would want to marry her, especially since he had never shown any signs of affection or fondness before.

"I want to marry you. I want it so badly."

Whenever she replayed Elio's words, her heart surged with excitement, the feeling almost too much to contain.

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The next morning, Candice arrived at the office with an abundance of candies and cookies to share with her coworkers.

Their astonishment was evident as they marveled at the luxurious treats she was distributing.

"Wow, Candice, are you from a family of billionaires? How else could you afford these extravagant treats for the office?" exclaimed one colleague.

"These Hermes candies must be worth a fortune—hundreds of dollars per piece. And these nut chocolate cookies? A tiny box could fetch thousands of bucks," remarked another.

"I know, right? You've probably given away tens of thousands of dollars by sharing these so generously," chimed in a third coworker.

Candice glanced around with a puzzled expression before looking down at the candies in her hand. "I still have plenty at home. They were gifts from someone else."