Callie was irresistibly drawn in, her voice deliberately lowered, “Nelson.”
She was like a seductive enchantress. It was easy to get lost in her allure.
At that moment, the elevator arrived, and the doors slowly opened to reveal the stifling air of the parking garage.
Nelson instantly reined in his desire, pulling away from her embrace. “This is it.”
Callie, losing her support, nearly fell to the ground. She stumbled a few steps, fuming at the man’s indifferent figure. Damn it!
Today, the driver was at the wheel, and with others in the car, she couldn’t act out. She gave up and leaned back in her seat, falling asleep.
She remained asleep until they arrived at Paucaster Villa Complex. Nelson had no intention of waking her but eventually sat back down and rubbed his temples, calling out softly, “Callie, we’re here.”
She didn’t stir, her black hair sticking to her face as she slept soundly.
Nelson sighed and reluctantly reached out to carry her out of the car.
A servant opened the door and instinctively lowered their voice upon seeing the scene. “Madam is asleep?”
Nelson nodded, nudging open the bedroom door with his foot and placing her gently on the soft bed.
As the unique softness of her presence faded, Nelson took a moment to observe the room. It was thoroughly marked by Callie’s presence, with her belongings scattered everywhere.
On the bedside table was a stack of sketchbooks. Nelson paused, noticing that the first drawing was a chibi version of himself with bold letters beside it: Big Demon!
Nelson chuckled and looked again at the woman on the bed.
Her drawing skills were impressive, though she didn’t put them to proper use.
He picked up the sketchbook and flipped through it. Below were not chibi drawings but various odd sketches: money, ice cream, an injured face, a hand gripping a blood-stained knife.
There was also a hand-drawn picture of him and Maeve.
It was from an old photo taken at the family estate.
Nelson’s grip on the paper tightened unconsciously as he looked once more at the sleeping woman, a flood of emotions swirling in his mind.
The door closed softly behind him, and in the ensuing silence, Callie opened her eyes.
Nelson’s cool scent still lingered in the air. She inhaled deeply, greedily savoring it. Turning over, she glanced at the bedside table; the sketches had been neatly put back in place.
Jaquan had said that getting even fifty percent of Nelson’s affection would be enough. She had thought it an impossible feat, but now she had a sudden intuition-perhaps she could get more than fifty percent?
…
Regarding the Splendor Estate project, Skye claimed to assist but had actually shirked all responsibilities. Callie worked overtime alone to rush the design, her eyes red from exhaustion.
“Cora?” Skye was leaving work and saw Cora waiting for the elevator.
Cora nodded at her. “You’re off work?”
“Yes.” Skye didn’t dare to be presumptuous around Cora, who was favored by Nelson.
“Splendor Estate is a major project for the company. You’ve been working hard these days,” Cora said with a smile.
Hearing this, Skye couldn’t contain her anger and scoffed bitterly. “I’m just assisting; it’s not that much work.”
Cora glanced back knowingly at Callie still typing away at her desk. “I don’t know how the company arranges things. Your abilities are well recognized; how did she end up just assisting?”
“Cora, you’re so perceptive. Exactly! Some people don’t deserve their positions and must have used some underhanded means. Disgusting.”
The two took the elevator downstairs. In the cafe, Cora bought two Americanos and handed one to Skye. “If someone doesn’t deserve their position, they should step down.”