The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 862

With roadside parking off-limits, Sean skillfully maneuvered the car into the nearest parking lot.

Equipped with a black umbrella, he splashed through the pooled water to join Elio, shielding him from the unrelenting rain.

At that moment, Sean found himself at a loss for words.

After all, he had been the one to bring Candice to this location.

Upon returning to the banquet, Sean discovered that Elio was already outside, making his way directly to this very spot.

Having stood by Elio's side for many years, Sean was intimately familiar with almost every aspect of his life.

What he witnessed in Elio was a man devoid of joy, weighed down by the expectations of his parents.

Every facet of Elio's existence—his career, his future, even his marriage—had been meticulously orchestrated by them.

Since birth, Elio had never experienced true autonomy. He was merely a puppet shaped by the Hoffis family to inherit their fortune.

For someone like Elio, who had always been drawn to Candice's carefree and innocent spirit, she appeared as an unattainable dream, a vision of happiness forever beyond his grasp.

Sean trembled as the biting wind whipped around him, accompanied by relentless raindrops that felt like they were piercing deep into his core.

Though Sean was only partially damp, Elio was thoroughly soaked. Undoubtedly, Elio must have felt even colder.

Apart from the physical discomfort, witnessing the intimate moments inside the restaurant must have been a tormenting ordeal for him.

With genuine concern, Sean expressed his worry. "Mr. Hoffis, you're soaked through. You'll catch a cold if you stay out here any longer. Why don't we head back?"

Despite Sean's plea, Elio remained silent. He stood unmoving, his silence conveying more than words ever could.

Time stretched on, each moment heavier than the last.

As time dragged on, Sean felt the cold seeping deeper into his bones, causing his body to tremble. His teeth chattered incessantly, and his hands grew increasingly numb.

Suddenly, the restaurant door swung open, and Mervyn emerged. Seeing the downpour, he swiftly opened a large umbrella, shielding Candice from the rain.

With a protective arm around her, he drew her close, offering both shelter and warmth.

After an hour of enduring the rain, Elio finally stirred.

He turned around slowly, facing away from Candice and Mervyn.

At that moment, Sean swiveled and lowered his umbrella, ensuring that Candice and Mervyn's view remained concealed.

As they walked, Candice nestled into Mervyn's embrace, her gaze fixed on the pooling water beneath her feet.

Unable to resist, Candice reached for her phone and dialed Sean's number.

Meanwhile, Mervyn ignited the car's engine and drove away slowly.

Just then, Sean's phone rang unexpectedly, catching him off guard. His voice wavered slightly as he answered, "Hello, Ms. Candice."

"Mr. Lowe, why is your car still parked near the restaurant? Haven't you left yet?"

"No," Sean admitted.

"You really didn't have to wait for me. Merv is already escorting me back to the hotel. Given this heavy rainfall, you should head home and get some rest," Candice insisted.

"Alright, Ms. Candice," Sean acquiesced.

"I'm truly sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. Thank you for being patient," Candice expressed her gratitude.

"Ms. Candice, there's no need to thank me. It's the least I can do," Sean assured her.

Nonetheless, Candice couldn't help but notice a notable tremor in Sean's voice, as if he were enduring the chill of the rain.

Perplexed, Candice bid him farewell before ending the call. As she settled back in her seat, her thoughts gradually drifted to Elio, his angry expression lingering in her mind.