Callie had the self-awareness that he was furious because of her face that resembled the one in the picture, not simply because of her.
Nelson let go, “I didn’t marry you for your face in the first place.”
His reply made Callie chuckle, mocking her own thought as she gestured to the bowl, “You aren’t eating the meat?”
“You’re so eager to see me eat it. Is it poisoned?” Nelson unbuttoned his cuffs.
“I’d have done it already if I had the guts.”
Nelson glanced at her and said absently, “You did have the guts when you put the sleeping pills in the wine back at the club.”
Callie was surprised, “How did you know?” She did drug the wine and that was why she was so eager to see Trevon drink it, but she didn’t expect her plan to be repeatedly interrupted.
It was surprising that Bridger could even find this, it seemed that he could do more than just fixing computers.
Nelson didn’t answer her.
“I had no choice. That was the only way I could think of.” Callie was afraid that he would get angry and said cautiously.
“It’s not a bad thing to have guts since you are my wife.” Nelson gathered his emotions, “But don’t go to occasions like this in the future, you can’t manage it.”
After almost losing her life this time, how would Callie dare to go again?
Nelson always looked so indifferent now, but she kinda missed how he let out of his rage the other night. That was when he really looked like a person with emotions.
“I’m healed. There are just scars. Can’t I go to work?” One less day of work was one less day with wage for her.
“No way. People would guess around if they see the scars.”
Callie didn’t know the rumors and was quite dissatisfied, “My credit is robbed, and my salary’s cut in half. I did all the work for nothing.”
Nelson lowered his eyes, saw her fiddling with the fork, and suddenly asked, “You want ice cream?”
Callie was baffled by the question, “What?”
Nelson asked Nancy to bring out two boxes of ice cream from the freezer.
Callie asked with a wary look on her face, “What are you doing? You said the ice cream is all for me.”
Two boxes of ice cream were placed on the table and Nelson smiled, “They are for you.”
“I thought you said it was a reward for making progress in my work. But I haven’t made much progress.”
“It is your reward.” Nelson saw that she didn’t move, raised his hand and opened the lid, dug it with a spoon, and brought it to her mouth, “No matter what people in the company think of you, you got the order and the bonus. Isn’t that a progress?”
He still remembered this. Callie was a little surprised and timidly opened her mouth. The ice cream was cold, freezing her teeth, “I thought you didn’t say anything because you acquiesced.”
It was also because of his attitude that she had been upset. It seemed to her, getting his approval was the ultimate success.
Nelson saw her holding the box steadily before letting go.
“And what about the other box? Why’s that?” Expensive food really tasted different, and Callie ate it with satisfaction.
“Compensation,” Nelson said, taking out his cigarette case, pausing for a moment. He didn’t smoke it after all but played with it in his hand, “Trevon is powerful in Ylosea, and you dared to go see him alone, so you’re courageous. But you got your face scratched. This is compensation.”