Hearing a woman’s voice on the other end, Marilyn instantly fell silent, followed by hurried breathing, and then the call ended.
Callie looked at the man on the bed with a smile. “Don’t you feel sorry?”
Her clothes were half off, and Nelson’s eyes were filled with desire as he pulled her back down and kissed her gently. “I’d rather feel sorry for you.”
“Nelson! Be gentle… don’t leave marks!” Callie struggled but could only shout.
As the year-end approached, the entire Oconnor Group was wrapping up their work, and everything seemed calm.
Nelson had become particularly busy as the year-end neared, often being away for three to five days at a time, frequently traveling abroad.
This time, he had been away for a week. His flight was delayed and he returned three hours later than expected. Callie had been waiting since after dinner until she couldn’t stay awake any longer and fell asleep.
When Nelson returned, he saw Callie sleeping soundly, half-lying on the sofa, her face peaceful in slumber.
The computer in front of her showed she had been working.
Nelson felt a pang of heartache as he took off his coat and set it aside. He carried her to the bed, removed her outer clothes, and covered her with a blanket.
Half-asleep, Callie heard the noise and asked in a soft, hoarse voice, “Was your flight delayed?”
Nelson responded quietly, touching her face gently. It was soft.
His masculine presence filled the air around her. “Why didn’t you sleep in bed?”
“Waiting for you.” She couldn’t see clearly and tried to rub her eyes, but he stopped her. Her voice was even softer. “What did you do while I was away?”
“Of course, I made sure the design department’s year-end wrap-up went smoothly.”
Nelson detected her displeasure and laughed. “Thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Oconnor.”
Callie’s heart skipped a beat as if she really were Mrs. Oconnor.
She held his hand. “You should sleep too. Okay?”
Nelson bent down and kissed her neck lightly, like a feather brushing against her skin. “I’ll get you some water to drink before you sleep.”
She must have been very tired because she didn’t even have the strength to respond and mumbled, “No need.”
Nelson still got up and poured a glass of water for her, placing it on the bedside table within easy reach.
After taking a shower, Nelson went to bed, and it was already past two in the morning.
The next day, Callie woke up earlier than him as usual. Sitting on the bed for a few seconds to gather herself, she felt her hand gently held. The man beside her had woken up at some point, his half-closed eyes and handsome face bathed in the morning light.
With a sudden pull, Callie fell onto Nelson’s chest.
Startled, Callie exclaimed, “You’re up so early.”
Especially in such a position…
Nelson firmly held her in his arms and reached out to touch her face with a slightly hoarse voice. “Why do you look thinner after just a few days?”
Callie didn’t feel any different and didn’t know how to respond, so she remained silent.
Unhappy with her reaction, Nelson’s smile faded slightly. The next moment, he captured her lips with his.
In matters of intimacy, he was always aggressive. Every time they were close, his burning gaze made her fearful. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to; it was just that being with him was exhausting. He wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied, and she suspected he might really consume her entirely.
Nelson found Callie’s ticklish spot, making her laugh involuntarily and break free from his embrace, shattering the intimate atmosphere instantly.
Nelson’s expression showed brief surprise. He got up and rubbed his temples helplessly before ruffling her hair. “Help me get my clothes…”