The Wrong Woman

"Why are you in my room?" Nervously, Candice urged him to leave. "You need to go. If my family finds out you sneaked in here, we'll be in trouble."

Elio paid no heed to her warnings. Even if faced with imminent danger, he would get his closure.

"I gave you time, Candice. You were supposed to talk to your family about our marriage." Elio's disappointment ran deep, his eyes reflecting a melancholic hue. "I just spoke to your grandparents, and it was clear you hadn't mentioned anything."

"I..." Candice faltered.

Elio lowered his head, closing the distance between them, his warm breath brushing against her skin, leaving her unsettled. His magnetic voice echoed, "Do you not wish to marry me?"

Candice knew that deceiving Elio into marriage was wrong. It would only lead to more lies, leaving her feeling empty. "I'm sorry, Elio. I'm not pregnant."

Elio felt as if a dagger had pierced his chest, making each breath a struggle.

Candice lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. My period was delayed, and I bought expired pregnancy tests from a local pharmacy, leading to this misunderstanding."

She quickly added, "I'm not pregnant, so you don't have to bear any responsibility, and we don't have to proceed with the marriage."

Elio leaned against the wall, bowing his head in front of her, his demeanor filled with desolation. A bitter smile played on his lips, the pain evident in his expression.

Observing his downturned head, Candice asked nervously, "Elio, what's wrong?"

"Candice, do you know how great the impact is to fall from heaven to hell in an instant?" Elio's voice trembled slightly, its depth resonating with emotion.

Candice watched him, her heart aching. How deeply did he yearn for this child to be so devastated?

"I'm sorry," Candice uttered.

Elio took a deep breath before lifting his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, a mixture of sadness and anger, making Candice nervous. She tried to console him timidly. "Elio, don't be upset. You're still young. Someday, you'll have children of your own."

"What am I to you?" he suddenly asked.

Candice froze, her heart heavy with sadness. What significance did he hold for her? He was the man she secretly admired yet lacked the courage to confess. It was adove

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As Candice thought in silence, Elio's face remained stern, masking his inner grief. "Is getting pregnant the only way for you to marry me?"

Candice was taken aback.

"When is your ovulation period?" Elio pressed on.

Candice was at a loss for words.

Elio whispered, "We don't have to wait for your ovulation. We can try every day, two or three times ife needed, as long as you get pregnant, as long as you..."

Candice blushed furiously, her anger rising. "Elio, have you lost your mind?"

Elio breathed heavily, gazing into her clear eyes, his breath ragged. "Yes, I have. I want to marry you. I want it so badly."

Candice's heart raced at his words, her whole body trembling with shock. She stared at him dumbfounded, feeling both surprised and flattered.

Elio said he wanted to marry her so badly.

Taking a deep breath, Elio

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composed his impulsive emotions. He let his hands drop as he took a step back, saying calmly, "I'm sorry. I lost control."

With those words, Elio covered his face and turned, leaving her room.

Candice stood still, her mind blank.

Their encounter felt surreal, like a dream, yet undeniably real.

She wasn't imagining it. Elio had indeed expressed his desire to marry her so earnestly.

At that moment, her head spun with a whirlwind of emotions, and she dashed out, regardless of everything.

Elio descended the stairs, making his way toward the living room.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.