My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s)

Chapter 0353

He spoke naturally, his gaze subtly fixed on Candice.

Candice hadn't said anything yet when Angela approached with a smile, all out to support Alex.

She had just touched up her makeup, and her eyes sparkled when she smiled. "Ah, Mr. Elysian, I told you earlier that I'd take you back."

Angela, a native of Solaris, spoke with a natural coyness. It wasn't feigned but rather pleasant to listen to.

She looked at Candice and smiled, "Do you know Mr. Elysian?"

The inquiry in her tone was evident, and Candice replied calmly, "My studio has collaborated with Mr. Elysian."

"Oh, I see." Angela's tone took a turn, "No wonder Mr. Elysian takes care of you so much. But the weather is not good now, and you outsiders may not adapt well to typhoon days. It would be more suitable for me to take Mr. Elysian back."

There was no subtle implication; Angela was direct.

In the past, Candice would have unreservedly rebutted, but now, she just nodded, taking it as acknowledgment.

She turned away, and Angela's sweet voice came from behind, a blend of coquetry and playfulness, "Mr. Elysian."

Along with this voice, a mix of cedar and alcohol scent, cool yet intoxicated, wafted over.

The man's shadow cast over her, and Alex's slightly hoarse voice echoed above her, "Stop playing around; I really don't feel well."

Candice hesitated for a moment, lifting her eyes to Alex. The crystal lamp in the private room was clear and bright, making the slightly tipsy look in Alex's eyes even more noticeable.

His eyes were dark and shiny due to the alcohol.

Alex's shirt collar was tightly fastened, but his eyes were tinged with red. The air of lofty coldness instantly turned into a tempting aura.

He was close to Candice, and his warmth could be felt on her skin.

Instinctively, she took a step back, creating some distance between them. Unconsciously, she reminded Alex, "If you're not feeling well, you should see a doctor."

Alex paused, and he lightly twisted his eyebrows. "What are you angry about?"

Candice's gaze dimmed. She had half a mind to argue, but she felt that arguing with a drunk wouldn't mean much.

Suppressing her anger, she said, "I'll call Sawyer for you."

Alex remained silent. When Candice looked up again, she found him gazing at her intently.

After a while, his lips slightly moved, and his low voice murmured, "Candice, my stomach seems uncomfortable."

In the early years of his entrepreneurial journey, Alex drank a lot, resulting in several health issues, with gastrointestinal problems being the most severe. Later, when Aether Corporation began developing, he stopped drinking too much.

However, tonight, many people were urging him to drink. He couldn't refuse all of them without losing face, and it seemed his old problem had flared up again.

"You can ask Sawyer to take you to see a doctor—"

As Candice spoke, Alex suddenly clutched his stomach and leaned toward her.

The once faint scent of alcohol now intensified, catching her off guard. She reached out to support him.

Alex, tall and robust, was already a head taller than Candice. Now, almost all his strength pressed down on her.

Supporting him became a bit strenuous for her.

"Mr.Elysian," a soft voice sounded from the side. Angela, who had been standing still, came over and helped Candice move Alex to the nearby sofa for a rest.

Looking at Alex, who was resting with closed eyes, his complexion not looking good, and his hand still on his stomach, Candice lifted her gaze to Angela. Just as she was about to speak, Angela shrugged, "Okay, it seems Mr. Elysian trusts you more. Do you need me to help you take him down?"

Candice paused, "Didn't you say you were going to take him back?"

"Obviously, he's not interested in me." Angela generously admitted, "It's an unwritten rule in the industry—don't fight over men."

She finished speaking and blinked at Candice, using a sweet and soft Southern accent, "Good luck to you."

In the end, Candice and Angela helped Alex downstairs and called a taxi.

Before Angela left, she exchanged contact information with Candice.

After some hesitation, Candice still decided to take him to the nearest hospital.

"Back to the hotel," Alex's hoarse and tired voice stated.

Candice glanced sideways. "Aren't you feeling unwell?" © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Mmm," Alex responded nasally, then closed his eyes to rest.

Not pushing it any further, Candice went straight back to the hotel. Halfway through, Sawyer called, mentioning he was stuck on the elevated road and didn't know when he could arrive. Originally, Sawyer had come with them, but due to an unexpected request from Aether Corporation, he had returned to the hotel early to handle some documents.

Candice whispered, "You don't need to come; we'll be at the hotel soon."

Sawyer agreed promptly.

Candice hung up and glanced unintentionally to the side. Alex was resting with closed eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his nose.

He was handsome; she had never denied that. Yana had once jokingly asked if she was captivated by Alex's face.

As if sensing her gaze, Alex's eyelashes twitched. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and locked eyes with Candice. His eyes held an indissoluble fatigue and an inexplicable emotion.

He looked at Candice, and ripples formed in his deep and black pupils. With a dry throat, he asked, "What are you looking at?"

Candice shifted her gaze back. "We'll be at the hotel soon."

Upon arriving at the hotel, Alex seemed more awake. At the very least, he was not putting all his weight on Candice anymore. In the elevator, he handed over a room key card, saying, "Hold onto this."

While it should have been a flirtatious gesture, Candice had little reaction. She didn't even take the room card, saying, "I'll take you upstairs and then leave."

Alex would never mistreat himself, so he had gotten himself the suite upstairs. Candice intended to leave after escorting him to the door, but Alex grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

She looked at him with calm eyes.

However, his grip tightened, and as his forehead started sweating, Candice's expression changed. It wasn't that she couldn't stand seeing him in discomfort, but with only the two of them here, if something happened to him, explaining it would be troublesome.

Gently taking the room card from Alex's hand, Candice hesitated for a moment and ended up assisting him inside. Taking off his coat, pouring water, and contacting the front desk for hangover soup and medicine were tasks Candice had done countless times before, and she executed them as proficiently as ever.

She came out of the bathroom with a wet towel and saw Alex half-leaning against the bed. She handed the towel to him, saying, "Wipe yourself."

Alex seemed annoyed as he unbuttoned the top two buttons, revealing a glimpse of his elusive collarbone.

"I can't possibly wipe you," she retorted.

He remained still. His watery eyes looked at Candice for a long time before he uttered in a low, throaty voice, "Candice—"