Callie was instantly a bit angry. These were her oranges, and now she needed his permission to eat them.
“You can eat them,” the man said slyly, releasing her and then cupping her face, “but let me have a taste first!”
He kissed her.
The sweet taste of the orange filled his mouth as he kissed her deeply.
Callie glared at him with wide eyes, furious, pinching and twisting him, but the man remained unmoved.
Then he kissed her even deeper, as if a drowning man seeking rescue.
Perhaps because she was exhausted from styling during the day and dealing with events all night, Callie looked tired, her eyes half-closed, drowsy.
The man’s embrace was warm, and he signaled the driver to drive slowly.
He patted her shoulder and kissed her lightly on the forehead. “Sleep for a while.”
Callie had almost let down her guard, murmuring in response, snuggling against him, holding onto his shirt hem. She felt him pull her hand into his broad palm.
Her mind was foggy, and she soon fell into a deep sleep in his arms.
Because of her, the one-hour drive stretched into two hours.
The diagonal distance, winter nightfall came early, and darkness unfolded.
Passing through the city center, they stopped at a red light and saw the media wall hanging on the mall.
At six o’clock, it was showing an entertainment program.
To avoid disturbing Callie’s rest, the driver lowered his voice and spoke to the gentle man in the rearview mirror. “Because you announced your marriage today, Oconnor Group’s stock price experienced some fluctuations but quickly stabilized. I believe this will be beneficial for us.”
In the business world, many businessmen are reluctant to introduce their wives publicly, let alone someone as capable and attractive as Nelson. It caused quite a stir. Nelson’s smile faded slightly. “Just give the public a baseline. Don’t let anyone photograph my wife in the future.”
Callie was unaware of what had happened. Although today’s announcement was high-profile, it was limited to their circle. If reporters captured it, she might be unhappy.
In fact, whether public or not, it didn’t matter to Nelson.
Earlier at the event, a CEO jokingly congratulated him and asked tentatively, “When will you hold your wedding?”
If Nelson were to hold a wedding, it would undoubtedly be grand.
He replied, “I’ll leave everything up to my wife.”
Being able to openly say “my wife” in front of others brought him immense satisfaction.
Many were shocked to realize that Nelson could pamper a woman more than they could imagine.
Back at Paucaster Villa Complex, after dinner, Callie’s drowsiness had dissipated somewhat.
She wanted to muster the courage to ask Nelson about Regan and Jaquan but hadn’t spoken when he covered her lips with his hand. “Aren’t you tired? Go take a bath first.”
“…” She shook her head. “I don’t want to now…”
But he insisted, “Be good, go first.”
The indoor temperature was high. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and squatted down to repair the damaged wooden table in the living room.
He seemed experienced and homely.
She was puzzled as to why he didn’t let the servants do it and squatted down beside him. “Do you need my help?”
The man suddenly looked up, a hint of disdain on his face. “I told you to go first.”
Callie was startled and stepped back, nearly falling.
Nelson reacted quickly, grabbing her and patting her back gently. His voice softened a bit. “Are you okay?”
Callie didn’t linger any longer. She had indeed been frightened just now and couldn’t understand how his temperament could change so unpredictably. With watery eyes, she glared at him before heading to the bathroom.
She thought he would follow her, but she heard no sound even when she reached the bathroom.
Who behaves like this? Sweet-talking to coax someone home only to continue throwing tantrums once they’re back.