The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 956

The early morning sun filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room as it peeked through the curtain gaps.

Candice lay curled up in Elio's arms, both sound asleep in the warmth of the bed, completely naked and entwined. She stirred slowly, blinking away the remnants of sleep as she woke.

Her movements roused Elio, who gazed fondly at her blushing face with contentment. He leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Candice smiled at him, closed her eyes, and whispered, "Good morning."

Unable to hold back, Elio affectionately nuzzled her cheek, his voice enticing and husky. "You're awake?"

Candice responded with a soft hum.

Elio rolled over gently, positioning himself above her, and buried his head in her neck, showering her with kisses and nuzzles.

Feeling ticklish, Candice squirmed and pushed against his strong chest with her hands.

"Leo, let's not start the morning like this," she murmured shyly.

Hearing her call him "Leo" thrilled him even more, deepening his sense of their growing closeness. In the past, he had only dreamed of holding her close as they slept and indulging in her intimacy.

Now that his dream had come true, he still found it difficult to articulate his overwhelming excitement and profound appreciation for her. It always felt like it wasn't enough. The time spent with her was never enough, nor was the time spent loving her, or even the time spent making love to her.

His body mirrored his emotions—greedy, desperate, and filled with care for her. He had just woken up but couldn't resist the urge to indulge in her again. He yearned to witness her losing control beneath him, to hear her shy moans, and to elevate her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Elio kissed his way down her body and disappeared under the covers.

Candice bit her lip, struggling to suppress the overwhelming sensations. Her eyes closed, and she clutched the covers as she savored his attentiveness.

Candice could sense how deeply Elio adored her body. He was unyielding in his teasing and kissing, employing every method to make her completely lose herself.

Elio would often joke, "I now see why ancient rulers were so enthralled by beauty that they neglected their duties."

Candice's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She wondered if they had installed cameras in her room.

As Candice thought about it, Michaela said, "The red mark on your neck—is that from him, or was it a mosquito bite?"

Tristan cleared his throat and interjected. "Just leave it be."

Candice quickly adjusted her collar and nodded. "Yes, he spent the night in my room."

"Do you truly think Leo is the right match for you, Candice?" Michaela asked with heartfelt sincerity.

Candice stared at her in surprise.

Michaela casually continued, "My son, though wealthy and handsome, doesn't offer much more. He's rather dull, and seldom talks or smiles. He's utterly boring, with no interests or hobbies whatsoever. Even his character isn't very appealing either.

"A remarkable woman like you deserves someone better. Do you see what I'm saying? You and him won't last. Eventually, you'll grow tired of him, and you—"