Aurelia felt a little depressed and wronged. She typed a few words in reply. “It’s obviously Callum’s fault, okay?”
Liana texted, “Aurelia, I’m curious, who’s on top? You or Mr. Finnegan?”
Why didn’t she mention this? Aurelia replied with a speechless face emoji, “Cathy, take back what you said. Don’t forget that there are two men in the group chat. I’ll be embarrassed!”
Cathy sent an ellipsis and then actually recalled what she had said.
As soon as Cathy recalled her message, Aurelia also recalled her message, followed by Liana. So the other two men couldn’t see what they had been talking about just now.
What Aurelia didn’t expect was that she got lots of DMs and comments on Twitter. When she accidentally got on her Twitter account, a notification popped up.
Unread messages 99+.
Aurelia was slow to think for a second. What did she just post on Twitter?
When she remembered it, she found that there were already thousands of comments and tens of thousands of likes under that post.
What made her crazy was that everyone lined up to learn from Liana, who was the first to comment. “You do have the guts tag Callum!”
Those who wanted to watch the fun were not afraid of making trouble, and some even tagged Callum’s private account in the comments.
Aurelia accidentally came across Briar’s comment that had been liked hundreds of times. “Time is money. Give it a shot!”
Another comment caught Aurelia’s attention. “I want to get laid with Callum too.”
That was so explicit!
Aurelia felt jealous when she knew everyone had designs on her husband. She deleted the comment that had been liked more than a thousand times.
Just as she was having a pleasant chat with “Callum’s harem”, she received a text message. “I can’t go back now. No classes tonight, and you are not allowed to go to the bar to sing. Stay at home and wait for me to come back.”
Aurelia was having a great time chatting with her friends on Twitter and WhatsApp! She agreed without hesitation, “Okay, Callum!”
Callum received her reply, and at the same time he curled up the corners of his lips and was a little confused. He was a little uncomfortable with her being so obedient this time.
Thinking of this, he opened WhatsApp on his phone and checked the updates.
At about 11 p. m., Aurelia yawned and checked WhatsApp. Among the dozens of comments, a stranger commented, “Keep it up! You have to believe that this is not a dream!”
Confusedly, she went through the stranger’s profile info and found only one post, which was a financial report.
Who was this?
But she didn’t think much about it, just logged out of WhatsApp, and went to chat with her friends on Twitter.
At the end of the conversation, she found that if she said anything bad about Callum, she would be criticized. Callum’s fans were so scary.
Aurelia didn’t know when Callum came back, since she had fallen asleep while chatting. The next morning, before dawn, Aurelia woke up because she had to pee, and found herself in his arms.
Without having time to think, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
When she came back, the man was still sleeping. She was so sleepy that she didn’t care to be careful and just got in the blanket.
Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she fell back into that strong embrace. She turned over, found a comfortable posture while hugging his arms, and fell asleep completely.
Callum saw Aurelia sleeping soundly in his arms, rubbed his tired brows, and endured her clinging, thinking he really asked for trouble.
Aurelia had a dream, a nightmare to be exact.
She felt she was kissed, then she was touched in various ways, and it finally quieted down. She also dreamed of Evelyn.
So after she woke up, she didn’t have time to think about when her pajamas were thrown on the ground. She hurriedly put on her pajamas and ran downstairs. Callum had just sat down to eat breakfast in the living room. Looking at the girl with disheveled hair rushing down, he asked lightly, “What are you doing?”
Aurelia took a breath and said impatiently, “Callum, even if I divorce you one day, don’t marry Evelyn. She is a real bitch.”
The living room was silent for half a minute. The man slowly moved his eyes away from a hickey on her neck, and then asked in confusion, “Who is Evelyn? Why should I divorce you? And why should I marry that bitch?”
Aurelia found it quite funny to hear the word “bitch” coming out of Callum’s mouth.
Only then did she realize that she had just had a dream. She dreamed that Evelyn married Callum, and at the wedding, Evelyn stepped on her and laughed at her.
She scratched her hair and said sheepishly, “Forget it. Enjoy your breakfast! I’ll go back upstairs and sleep!”
“You’re not going! Come to eat and wait for the stylist to come.”
Aurelia was puzzled. “Why so early?” She thought it was at night! He just hummed and said nothing more.
Aurelia went upstairs to wash up in boredom, and waited obediently in the room for the stylist to come.
She hummed a song as she walked into the cloakroom. When she was changing her clothes, a scream came out of her mouth.
However, she quickly held it back and looked at the masterpiece Callum left on her body. She realized that the dream in which someone took advantage of her was not a dream at all. It was Callum!
Oh! This rogue!
If people saw what she looked like now, they might think they had a fierce fight in bed last night! How could she face her friends with these obvious hickeys? She couldn’t just wear a scarf, could she?
The stylist arrived very quickly, bringing with her, in addition to a makeup case, dozens of women’s clothes, and various shoes and bags in the same color.
Today was just a birthday party, not a business dinner, so there was no need to wear a formal dress. Callum stood in the living room, picked out two demure off-white and blue dresses from the new clothes, and handed them to Aurelia. “Go try them on.”
Aurelia went upstairs with the clothes in her arms.
Ten minutes later, the girl who appeared at the stairs made Callum’s eyes light up. Aurelia’s skin was fair. Wearing the blue dress, she looked glowing.
Feeling the man’s hot gaze, Aurelia blushed and stood in front of him, asking expectantly, “Does it look good?”
She had tried on the off-white set just now, but she felt that this one looked better, so she paired it with a white windbreaker and walked down from upstairs.
Unexpectedly, Callum looked away without answering, and directed several servants. “Hang all the remaining clothes in her cloakroom.”
“Yes, Mr. Finnegan.”
So, all these clothes were for her? Aurelia opened her mouth in shock. She ran over and tugged at Callum’s sleeves. “There are too many. I can’t wear them all.”
Winter was still a month away, and even if she wore two pieces a day, she still wouldn’t be able to wear all these autumn clothes.
“Just pick what you like to wear, and hang the rest up in the closet.”
Oh! The rich people stuff again!