Nelson’s movements stopped as he looked up from her embrace, filled with desire.
Callie’s face was burning. “This is Jaquan’s territory; it’s not appropriate.”
It was bold of him to act so recklessly on enemy ground, showing no regard for the Scott Group.
Nelson withdrew his hand, his forehead touching hers, his voice hoarse. “Are you afraid he’ll see us?”
Callie didn’t understand the emphasis in his question-whether it was on “he” or “afraid.” She pondered her response. “Yes.”
The man’s actions became more cautious. After calming himself for a moment, he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Let’s go home.”
If their relationship at Club Paradise could still be blurred, this time it was unmistakable; his intentions were too clear.
Callie wasn’t a fool. She knew why Nelson had come to the Scott Group.
The Scott Group’s elevator overlooked the Ylosea skyline. At this hour, it was empty. Callie looked at the transparent glass and instinctively grabbed his coat. Nelson held her tighter.
“When you came up, did Jaquan bring you up like this?”
Callie regained her clarity and smiled up at him. “Mr. Oconnor, are you jealous?”
Her neck still bore kiss marks, and her smile made her look like a budding flower. Nelson looked away, feeling a bit restless. “You overthink it.”
“Really? I’m jealous every day,” Callie quickly replied, deliberately ambiguous.
“Jealous of whom?”
She thought for a moment. He was always so proper, with no suitable scapegoats around him. “Miss Weber, perhaps. You two are always together. Who knows if you’re having some office play, just like Mr. Russell and Skye, doing things behind closed doors.”
The more Callie spoke, the more her imagination ran wild.
Nelson sneered. “You seem to know a lot. Looks like you’ve spent plenty of time daydreaming at work.”
She pouted. “Distractions at work are understandble.”
Nelson didn’t respond, but his grip on her waist tightened.
Callie was relentless, asking on their way back to Paucaster Villa Complex, “Mr. Oconnor, why did you drive yourself here? Were you looking for me?”
Nelson stared at the traffic ahead, a hint of awkwardness flashing across his calm face. “You’re overthinking it.”
Callie wouldn’t give up and snuggled closer to him. “At the stables, when you saw me with Jaquan, were you surprised?”
Her leg rested on him, and surprisingly, he wasn’t angry. “Honestly, I didn’t expect it.”
“So when you rode into me, were you mad at me?”
For some reason, Callie felt unusually bold.
Nelson glanced sideways at her, his voice cold as he seemed to recall something. “You’re part of the Oconnor Group and my nominal wife. I don’t like my things being touched by others; can’t I be angry?”
His intense possessiveness sent a shiver down Callie’s spine. She toned down a bit. “But… I feel like Jaquan already knows about our marriage.”
Nelson wasn’t surprised; he had anticipated this. “It’s only a matter of time before he knows.”
Callie was silent for a while. This meant that her identity outside would not just be Callie but also his wife. Her behavior would have to be more restrained.
When they returned to Paucaster Villa Complex, the lights were still on. Bianca was dozing off in the living room.