In fact, his first call was to the Paucaster Villa Complex. Only after learning she wasn’t home did he call her.
In the light, Callie’s expression was unclear, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Mr. Oconnor’s attempts to win people over don’t always work.”
“I was just venting, I didn’t mean it.”
“What words can I take seriously then?”
“I’ll tell you when I see you. For now, tell me where you are.”
After much hesitation, she finally relented, “… Hospital.”
Nelson switched cars to a Rolls-Royce, quite an extravagant choice.
The elegant man stepped out of the car, wearing only a cotton shirt and black trousers. As he walked closer, he saw his wife looking down like a little penguin, and a wave of sadness washed over him. He extended his hand and pulled her into his arms. “Shall we go back?”
From a distance, he had looked somewhat haggard, with faint dark circles under his eyes, clearly not well-rested.
Callie spoke, “Aren’t you cold?”
“Ylosea isn’t as cold as Ylosea,” he lied without blinking, even though there was a coat in the back seat of the car.
Callie quickly lost control of the conversation. “What will it take for you to go back?”
The woman in his arms remained silent for a few seconds, her eyes calm and untroubled. “I don’t know.”
As soon as she left his embrace, the cold wind rushed in. It was indeed chilly. Nelson held her hand gently. “What do you really want?”
She pulled her hand back and looked at him seriously. “Unless you apologize to me.”
“…”
As the eldest son of the Oconnor family and the executor of Oconnor Group, he had never apologized for anything. Even if he was wrong, no one could force him to apologize if he didn’t want to.
Callie had already anticipated his reaction. Seeing him dressed so lightly, she pursed her lips. “You should go back. I’ll take a cab home.”
She was determined not to go back with him.
The man obediently got into the car but followed her at a snail’s pace. Even the elderly on electric bikes were faster.
The luxury car trailing behind was quite a sight.
Callie had no choice but to hurry to the bus stop. When she finally got on the bus and thought she had gotten rid of him, Nelson still followed behind the bus, sending her messages: Weren’t you going to take a cab?
Callie pretended not to see anything.
The bus didn’t go directly to Paucaster Villa Complex; there was still a long way to walk. Unable to bear it any longer, Callie turned back and walked up to Nelson’s car. “Nelson, don’t you think you’re being unreasonable?”
The autumn evening wind blew like knives across her face.
A few strands of her fishtail-braided hair came loose and stuck to her face.
They stood facing each other, the air seemingly frozen.
Passersby glanced curiously at them. Just as she was about to lower her head, she felt a sudden chill on the back of her neck. The next moment, she was pulled into his arms and lifted her head to meet a gentle kiss.
It was cold but heartfelt.
Their lips warmed each other in silence.
She heard him murmur, “I’m not what you think. The contract between Oconnor Group and Alayah has been terminated.”
Callie was stunned.
They stood at a crossroads, people returning home at this hour. A cyclist passing by rang their bell in surprise at the sight, as if witnessing the most interesting scene on this street corner.