‘Cook for him? He actually remembered that?’ Callie thought.
“Wait a moment.” Callie rummaged through her bag, took out a piece of paper, and quickly read through it.
“What are you looking at?”
“I’m checking to see if you have any dietary restrictions, what you like, and what you don’t like!” The paper was Nelson’s personal profile. Since being criticized yesterday, she had been carrying it with her.
After reading it, Callie pouted and shook her head. This man was truly uninteresting. Not only did he not like sweets, but the list of things he liked was also extremely short. It seemed food to him was just for sustenance.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I feel sorry for you.” She gave him a helpless look.
“You like Mexican food, right? Let’s make Mexican.” Nelson said nonchalantly, pulling a bottle of hot salsa off the shelf.
Callie’s eyes lit up, completely missing the sarcasm. “So you can eat spicy food. You should have told me earlier. That’s my specialty.”
Before Nelson could continue to mock her, she had already run off excitedly to pick out ingredients. With Nelson paying, she didn’t even glance at the price tags.
In no time, an entire shopping cart was filled with the food Callie had selected.
“Nancy will probably think we have a pig at home,” Nelson raised an eyebrow.
Angry, Callie grabbed an aubergine from the vegetable section. “Say one more word, and I’ll make burritos with aubergine and force you to eat them.”
Nelson actually frowned at that and refused to look at the aubergine.
“That’s funny. It’s hard to imagine Mr. Oconnor being afraid of something.” Callie laughed so hard she held her stomach, drawing stares from passersby.
Nelson felt embarrassed and quickly covered her mouth, l
She got a real sweet tooth, but ice cream was still costlyeaning down to whisper in her ear, “Stop laughing!”
Callie twitched in his arms, her warm lips pressed against his palm, tickling and heating it, making his heart skip a beat, his stomach feeling like it was filled with butterflies.
Realizing this, Nelson quickly let go of her, while Callie, unaware of the awkwardness, rushed to the ice cream section, earnestly selecting from the choices.
She got a real sweet tooth, but ice cream was still costly in this expensive supermarket. After a long time of picking, she didn’t put any in the cart.
Callie forced a smile at Nelson and said, “Let’s go. We can check out now.”
Nelson had been watching her for a while and curiously asked, “Why didn’t you get ice cream?”
“It’s too expensive. I’ll come back to buy it when I’m rich.” Callie took a deep breath, a bit helpless.
In fact, Callie had been to this store before. When the pressure of life and work was high, she had always wanted to buy a box of ice cream to reward herself. But every time she saw the price tag, she would put the ice cream back.
She had to support herself and her father, so she couldn’t afford to be extravagant.
Nelson frowned, opened the freezer, and picked up the ice cream she had just looked at. One box was $280.
He paused briefly, then took five boxes and put them in the cart.
“I’ll pay.” His tone was firm, making it clear that Callie had no room to refuse.
Startled, Callie hurriedly declined, “No, I know you might feel a bit sorry for me, but I really don’t need it. I want to buy it myself when I succeed, not with your charity.”
Nelson looked down at her hands as she gripped his wrist. Her hands were small, barely able to wrap around his wrist.
After she finished speaking, he finally responded, “There are five flavors here. I’ll put them in my fridge at home. Every time you accomplish something beneficial for the Oconnor Group, I’ll reward you with a box, including but not limited to winning a design award or securing a deal.”
Callie’s eyes widened in disbelief. ‘Is he planning to monitor my work?’
“Mr. Oconnor, I have to admit, you really know how to motivate employees.”
“I don’t motivate every employee.”