Jaquan was indifferent. “I’ve been wondering if Nelson distracted me that day for the project or for you. Now I’m sure.”
Callie instinctively clenched her fingers in nervousness. “What’s the answer?”
“You being here today, shouldn’t you already know?”
Jaquan stubbed out his cigarette and washed his hands under the sensor. The water flowed over his elegant and slender fingers.
“I’m more interested in you, Callie. Become mine; you can’t handle this marriage.”
Callie wasn’t fazed and moved closer. “You’re being self-righteous.”
Jaquan took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Don’t think Nelson is a good person. I heard he terminated the cooperation with Alayah for you?”
“Is that not allowed?”
“Of course it is, but I advise you to figure out whether he’s doing it for profit or for you. Don’t get be trapped.” Jaquan’s tone was coaxing.
Callie didn’t understand. A minor celebrity didn’t have much to offer. “Do you think I’m less important than Alayah?”
He didn’t answer directly. “Then why did he help her instead of you that day?”
Callie’s heart ached again, and she pushed him hard. “That’s different!”
“There’s no difference.”
She really hated his confident demeanor and tried to break free, but he restrained her again, whispering in her ear, “What do you think would happen if I made a scene now and people outside saw us?”
Callie panicked. “Jaquan! You bastard!”
“Keep calling me that; I like it.” He laughed, releasing Callie, stepping back, and turning to leave. “Don’t forget you still owe me a suit.”
What bad luck!
Callie couldn’t understand his intentions. She left the banquet and found that Nelson wasn’t done yet. Already feeling flustered, she messaged him that she was stepping out for some fresh air.
Before leaving, she grabbed two oranges from the fruit platter.
Walking out of the hotel, she tossed an orange into the air and caught it with a smile, revealing her beautiful teeth.
The childish action made her look like a schoolgirl.
Unexpectedly, she soon saw Nelson’s car. The driver honked and got out. “Madam, sir instructed me to wait for you here.”
Callie had no escape.
Before long, Nelson strode out of the hotel, looking carefree and dashing. “Can’t stay put, can you?”
Callie hugged the oranges with a grievance. “It’s too boring, not fun.” She paused. “Don’t you need to socialize?”
“Almost done.” Nelson pulled her into the car. “Mainly worried you’d run off. Where were you planning to go?”
Callie wouldn’t tell the truth. She was still getting used to the sudden closeness and wanted to escape but was pulled back firmly.
His gaze locked onto hers with a warning.
She obediently stayed still. “I wanted to go home.”
“Then let’s go home.” Nelson signaled the driver.
Callie didn’t speak and focused on peeling an orange. The tangy sweet scent filled the car, making the driver in the front seat swallow hungrily.
She meticulously peeled off the white threads from the orange segments before putting them in her mouth, her cheeks slightly puffed out, making it obvious how sweet it must taste.
After finishing one orange, completely ignoring Nelson’s presence, she was about to peel the second when he grabbed her hand, slightly annoyed. “That’s enough. You can’t eat more; it’s bad for your stomach.”