Callie took off her mask. When she looked at someone seriously, her eyes seemed to shine with sincerity.
For a moment, Nelson almost got drawn in. He didn’t rush to get out of the car and lowered the window. “Where did you go?”
Sensing something was off with his mood, Callie didn’t dare to be reckless. “I… I went out for a bit. Why?”
“I asked where you went,” Nelson’s eyes were cold and emotionless.
“I went to a beauty salon.”
Callie finally told the truth. Because fussing over her face didn’t fit the persona she had in front of Nelson, she was reluctant to say it. But since he asked, he probably already knew.
Nelson finally got out of the car and walked into the villa. She followed behind him like a little rabbit.
“Nelson…?” How did he know?
A servant helped Nelson take off his coat. He slightly tilted his head back, his neck’s elegant lines were captivating. “A facial?”
“Yes, I wanted to get rid of the scars so I could go back to work sooner,” Callie hurried to explain, afraid of being misunderstood.
Nelson turned slightly and lifted her chin to look at her face. Her fair skin had fine hairs, giving her a youthful look. She wasn’t wearing lipstick, yet her lips were bright red. He squinted slightly. “It’s much better. Did you get a membership card?”
His sudden concern for such matters surprised Callie. She shook her head. “No, it’s too expensive. I planned to go just once or twice.”
“Which beauty salon? I’ll have someone get you a card.”
Nelson let go of her, his demeanor calm and indifferent.
Callie was suspicious. Wasn’t he afraid of being discovered by others? “Isn’t this inappropriate?”
He didn’t respond, his expression unreadable, but he seemed unusually agreeable today.
Gathering her courage, Callie grabbed Nelson’s retreating hand, which was cold to the touch. “Nelson, if you get me a card and someone finds out, what then?”
His gaze lingered on their clasped hands. “It won’t matter. I’ll get it in the name of empathizing with my employee.”
Callie smiled brightly, looking radiant.
“You’ve used that excuse, now again? No wonder Mr. Scott calls me a vixen. Nelson, what if one day I really become a vixen?” She deliberately acted coquettish, her eyes pure yet alluring because she believed he wouldn’t push her away.
Even though he smoked, he didn’t smell like smoke. He had no tobacco smell at all, just like his clean expression, making people want to pull him down from his pedestal.
Nelson pried her fingers off one by one. “That day will never come.”
Callie raised her hands above her head in surrender. “Really? But if it were the old you, you’d have shaken off my hand immediately and told me not to dream. But you hesitated just now.”
The warmth from their hands lingered, making it hard to let go.
Nelson pulled out a wet wipe and cleaned his hand meticulously. “What about now?”
Callie was at a loss for words; her earlier actions now seemed shameless.
“Sorry, I won’t play anymore.”
Nelson didn’t say much more and strode upstairs.
Callie leaned against the doorframe, her expression playful.
Will that day really never come? Nothing had changed, yet a woman’s intuition told her something felt different.
One good thing about Nelson was that he never made empty promises; he always followed through on what he said.
The next morning when Callie woke up, there was a gold card from the beauty salon on the bedside table. The servant told her that with the gold card, all beauty treatments would be free for ten years, and she could enjoy VIP services.