Candice’s drowsiness vanished in an instant.
In truth, had she not let her guard down and been dulled by exhaustion, her senses wouldn’t have been so sluggish—she definitely would’ve noticed something before walking in.
In the lounge, Charlie and Jessica stood on opposite sides of the bed.
His expression was cold enough to kill; hers looked like she’d been deeply humiliated.
Jessica wore only a small camisole.
A familiar fragrance lingered in the air…
Wait—wasn’t that the exact perfume she had worn today?
Startled by the sudden entrance, both of them turned their heads toward the door.
“Candice…”
Charlie immediately walked toward her.
Candice instinctively stepped back out of the lounge, realizing he was about to explain something. She cut him off first:
“Jerry asked me to wake
