On the other side of the banquet hall, Elio's face wore an unusually grim expression, his demeanor impassive despite his friends' congratulations. Even Josie approached him and murmured, "What's going on? Why didn't you tell me that we're getting engaged next month?" Elio simply raised his glass and downed it in one go. Jasper walked over, smiling. "Uncle Elio, congratulations. Josie, congratulations to you too. Should I start calling you Aunt Josie?" Josie quickly interjected, "No, don't call me that, you're making me sound old." "Uncle Elio is like a generation before us, it's unavoidable," Jasper laughed, then turned to Elio, noticing his somber expression. "Why do you look so unhappy? Who upset you?" Elio's cold gaze met Jasper's, and he uttered a single word, "You." Jasper was baffled. "How did I upset you?" At that moment, Hector's angry voice boomed, "Elio!" All eyes turned toward Hector, who was leading Candice toward Elio. Elio's gaze darkened slightly as h
Elio turned away with a cold expression, leaving behind a curt remark, "Then don't address me as anything." The group stood there, bewildered, and Candice was equally perplexed. Elio's moods were always unpredictable and hard to understand. After the banquet ended, Candice followed her cousins out of the villa. As she waited by the entrance for Jasper, she heard a painful groan from a distant corner. Curious, she walked over to investigate.In a secluded area, a man in a suit was beating up a waiter. It was the same waiter who had spilled red wine on her earlier. Before she could intervene, Candice heard the waiter begging for mercy. "Please, don't hit me anymore! I'll confess. It was Josie's aunt who told me to do it! She wanted Ms. Candice to be humiliated at the banquet!" Candice was stunned. Josie's aunt? Her name was Fenna, if she remembered correctly. "Get lost," the man in the suit ordered. The waiter scrambled away in fear. Candice stood frozen, not noticing the
"Who are you?" Candice asked. The man replied respectfully, "I'm Sean Lowe, the CEO's assistant." Candice nodded in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lowe." "Ms. Candice, please come in," Sean said, opening the door for her. Candice hesitated for a few seconds, wondering why they had questioned the waiter who had accidentally dirtied her evening gown. It was such a minor incident, and even if it was intentional, it didn't really bother her. She stepped into the office. It was spacious, bright, and elegantly decorated. In front of the window walls stood a clean, impressive desk. The handsome man behind it, dressed in a sleek black suit, exuded charm as he worked intently. As soon as she saw him, Candice felt inexplicably nervous, her heart pounding erratically. Taking a deep breath, she pondered how to address him. Calling him "uncle" was out of the question. "Mr. Hoffis, you wanted to see me?" Candice approached politely. Elio was momentarily stunned. He barely glanced
Elio glanced at the contract briefly before closing it and placing it in the drawer. Candice asked, "Mr. Hoffis, is there anything else?" Elio looked up at her indifferently. His cool and unreadable gaze unsettled Candice, making her heart race. "You—" Elio started to speak but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. "Leo," called out Josie's gentle voice. Josie, who walked in without knocking, paused for a moment when she saw Candice. She quickly smiled and said, "Candice, you're here too?"Candice nodded politely. "Hello, Josie." Josie beamed. "Am I interrupting? Should I come back later?" Elio immediately interjected, "No need." He then turned to Candice and said, "That's all for now. You may leave." Candice felt a pang in her chest. She didn't understand why she felt so sad. Josie was Elio's first girlfriend, and they had been dating for years. They were getting engaged next month. Of course, she could enter without knocking. Elio must have allowed
Candice's uneasiness grew. "Then I'll go to the economy class. I'm just an ordinary employee. It's not appropriate for me to be in first class." She was about to get up when Elio's voice, lazy yet commanding, stopped her. "Sit down. I paid for your ticket privately. It's not on the company's dime." Candice quickly pulled out her phone. "Then I'll pay you back. How much is it?" With a sharp sound, Elio snapped his book shut. He removed his glasses, folded them neatly, and placed them on the table beside him before closing his eyes as if to rest. Holding her phone, Candice was stunned for a moment but received no response from Elio. She then slowly put it away. Elio was truly unpredictable. During the flight, neither of them spoke. Elio alternated between reading and resting his eyes, while Candice spent the time sketching designs. After they landed, Candice followed Sadie and another renowned ND designer, Emerson Hartford, to check in at a five-star hotel. Sitting on the l
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 surroun
After suppressing his feelings for so many years, Elio found himself lacking the courage to touch Candice's face. He mocked himself inwardly. What a coward he was. But he couldn't wait any longer. He had no more time to waste. Standing up, he entered the bedroom and retrieved a plush blanket, gently draping it over Candice before retreating to his own room. By the nightstand, he removed his watch and loosened his tie. At that instant, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw it was Michaela calling. Due to the time difference, it was midnight here but noon back in Norvania. He shed his tie and blazer before answering the call. His voice was low and hoarse. "Mom, what's going on?" From the other end, Michaela's furious voice erupted. "Elio, have you lost your mind? Why did you take Candice out of the country? What are you trying to do? You rascal, you promised me you'd manage the overseas company for ten years before coming back!" Elio remained silent. Michaela
During middle school, Elio spent countless hours poring over foreign language articles in his study. His world echoed with the presence of teachers, test papers, and homework. That year, Zach passed away, marking the most painful and helpless period of his life. One day, outside the study's balcony, Candice tugged at Elio's glass door with a kite in her hand. When he opened the door, Candice handed him the string. "Uncle Elio, my cousin said you seem pitiful and you're always studying. Take a break. Let's look at the sky, and fly a kite." It was then, during his middle school years, that he first flew a kite. For the first time, he lifted his head to see the color of the sky and watch the kite soar. He felt utterly inferior even to a mere kite. Afterward, Candice often snuck behind the balcony, secretly handing him items as entertainment like game consoles, chess sets, comics, dartboards, and even water guns. She laughed a lot as if her life had never known sorrow or worr