Her intent was too obvious and Nelson looked contemptuous.
In awkwardness, Callie ran to put on her slippers. What she didn’t see was the pleasure in the man’s eyes.
Callie stayed at home for the next few days and went to the hospital when she had time for checkups. The doctor said it was just bruises and only needed to be treated with some ointment, and after removing the gauze, she would be fine and no scar would leave.
Callie was happy to hear that.
When the doctor was prescribing the medicine, he asked suddenly, “Miss Marsh, the gentleman who brought you here the other day is your husband, right?”
Callie was a little surprised. Nelson seldom showed up in public and ordinary people shouldn’t be able to recognize him, she asked tentatively, “It’s obvious?”
“It’s written on his face. He looked so crazy the other day when he brought you in. He asked for all the doctors to save you. When I saw the blood all over your body, I almost wanted to call the police, but then I found they were only shallow wounds.”
The way the doctor described it was exaggerated. Callie hadn’t realized that to outsiders, that was how Nelson looked like at the time.
“Yeah.” The blood wasn’t hers. It was Trevon’s.
She seldom saw Nelson again these days. He seemed busy, and he didn’t come home until late at night every day. On this night, he came back and parked his car. And when Nelson tilted his head, he could see Callie sitting on the bedroom balcony.
As soon as he walked in through the door, Callie had come downstairs in her slippers. She took off his coat for him and hung it up. “What do you want to eat tonight? I have asked Nancy to prepare a lot of dishes. I’m sure you will like them!”
Nelson frowned suspiciously. “Nancy cooked them, not you. Why do you look so proud?”
“I helped with the seasonings.” Callie justified herself.
Nelson raised an eyebrow.
Callie pushed him forward. “I’m a patient and I can’t cook. Just try them!”
Nelson was forced to sit at the table but didn’t eat because he’d eaten tonight.
Deshawn was there.
In the same booth in Club Paradise, he played cards with Nelson, grinning, “Mr. O’Connor, my brother didn’t know better and tried to lay hands on your woman. I’m here to apologize for him.”
Nelson looked calm. “I was too impulsive. But she was my employee.”
Deshawn’s face was full of shrewdness, his hands spread out, “I’m thinking it’s more than that. Words have been spreading like crazy and people are saying you were standing up for the future Mrs. Oconnor.”
Bridger was right. His move had attracted attention. People had been trying to pry on who the woman Nelson saved was, but they didn’t find anything else other than the fact that she worked for Oconnor Group.
Nelson blocked her information and it was suspicious enough.
“It’s just rumors. I’ve never been popular with women. Caden, you know that.” Nelson poured himself a glass of wine, “I will drink this up as apologizing. And I will have a million in cash sent to him.”
Then he drank it up.
Deshawn narrowed his eyes. He didn’t buy this apology. To him, Nelson was being provocative since a million was nothing to him.
“Mr. Oconnor, I will be straightforward with you. What I want is for you to raise the price for the purchase of Vankey. I’m sure it won’t be hard for you.” Deshawn lit a cigar and said, “Jaquan Scott hasn’t heard about it yet, but if he comes back from his business trip and finds out, he might offer me a better deal. I’m doing you a favor now.”