The Wrong Woman

After checking in, Candice took the room key from Sadie and followed the bellhop upstairs.
When she opened the door to her room, she stood in stunned disbelief. Quickly, she turned back and asked Sadie, "Ms. Lloyd,
did I get the wrong room key?"
Sadie smiled softly and responded, "Nope. That is your room."
With that, Sadie entered her room and shut the door, leaving Candice at a loss.
Candice walked back into her room, which turned out to be the most luxurious suite in the five-star hotel. The opulent decor,
complete with a living room, kitchen, and a spacious balcony garden, was overwhelming. More notably, the suite had three
bedrooms.
As she explored, the bellhop politely asked, "Miss, which room would you like?"
Feeling that it was all too extravagant and a waste for just one person, Candice replied, "Any will do."
The bellhop placed her luggage in the master bedroom and then left.
Candice entered the master bedroom. As she gazed at the spacious and luxurious surroundings, a strange heaviness grew in
her heart. Was she here for a business trip or a vacation?
Sighing, she decided to take it easy and make the best of it. She unpacked her suitcase, hanging her clothes in the walk-in
closet. Afterward, she grabbed some casual wear and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
By the time she finished, it was already late. Feeling hungry, she stepped out of the bedroom just as the doorbell rang. She
hurried to open it.
Outside stood an attendant with a dinner cart. "Miss, your dinner is ready."
"Please come in," Candice hastily replied and opened the door wider.
The attendant brought in a sumptuous meal on the dining cart.
Although Candice was cherished at home, her family valued frugality and modest living. This extravagant dinner was certainly
not arranged by her cousins. The only person she could think of was Elio.

"What is he up to?" Candice wondered as she ate.
After dinner, Gandice turned on the large TV and watched a comedy show, snacking and laughing heartily, Eventually,
exhaustion overcame her, and she drifted off to sleep in the cozy recliner, the warm lighting of the living room aiding her slumber.
The clock on the wall showed 11:48 pm when the door clicked open. A man entered. He paused briefly as he took in the scene in
the living room before quietly closing the door behind him. Moving with utmost care, he swapped his shoes for slippers and
approached Candice.
Kneeling beside her, he gazed at her sleeping face quietly, his eyes filled with intense warmth.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, with some strands gently covering her face and eyes as her head slanted to the side.
His breathing deepened and hesitated for a moment before gently reaching out, his movements tender and delicate. He brushed
the strands of hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ear.
Her pink cheeks were exposed, complementing her serene and sweet sleeping expression. She was utterly adorable.
He pressed his lips together, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, and his long fingers lightly reached toward her face.
Just a millimeter away from her skin, he suddenly halted, frozen and staring, unable to muster the courage to touch her.
Struggling to restrain himself, his eyes reddened and his fingertips trembled. After a long internal battle, he abruptly clenched his
fist and withdrew his hand, using all his willpower to control his desire and hole back.