In the gym, there were only a few people. Jaquan’s position was quite noticeable as he ran on the treadmill, shirtless, displaying his firm muscles and smooth lines, exuding confidence.
Callie took a deep breath and walked up to him, stopping the treadmill abruptly.
Jaquan finally stopped, panting as he looked at her. “Why are you here to vent your anger on me? Did Nelson upset you?”
Callie scrutinized him seriously, her face full of anger.
He chuckled, finding her cute and wanting to pinch her cheek, but she blocked him. “What’s going on? My dear.”
He had just finished exercising, his hormones were strong, and his eyes were bright.
“That night, the night we went for a walk together, you did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
Jaquan lazily withdrew his hand. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“Jaquan!” Callie struggled to suppress her anger, almost exploding. “You repeatedly used me to achieve your goals. Do you feel accomplished? Can you leave me alone?”
The expression on the man’s face gradually disappeared as he took off a towel to wipe the sweat from his neck.
“You think I did it?”
“I haven’t even said what it is, and you already know. Isn’t it you?” To Callie, this was an admission.
A woman walked in from outside; it was Sabrina from last time. She handed Jaquan a bottle of water.
He took a sip, his Adam’s apple moving.
“The Oconnor Group is in the spotlight. When news of the accident at the construction site broke out, the whole world knew about it. It would be strange if I didn’t know.”
Callie looked up at him. “What a coincidence that you happened to be with me that night.”
“To be precise, I was with her.” Jaquan pointed casually at Sabrina, who flinched slightly as if she was afraid of him.
Callie said nothing, still convinced of her own thoughts.
Jaquan had no choice but to lean on the equipment with both hands, looking at her eye to eye. “My reason for doing that?”
“Your project in Ylosea also had worker accidents, and Scott Group and Oconnor Group are competitors.”
She spoke quickly but confidently.
Jaquan looked at her and smiled, his eyes curving. “I get it. Nelson gave you a hard time. He suspects you, so you suspect me, right?”
Callie realized things were spiraling out of her control but couldn’t stop. “I think my suspicion is reasonable.”
“Even if he wronged you.”
She choked up. “That’s my personal matter.”
“Callie, I rarely tell the truth,” Jaquan sighed, somewhat helpless. “But this matter has nothing to do with me.”
“Nothing to do with you?” Callie raised her voice. “It better have nothing to do with you.”
After saying that, she opened her phone and directly blocked and deleted his number in front of him. “Since it’s unrelated, let’s not see each other again to avoid unnecessary trouble.”
She valued her life and knew she needed to maintain her identity for now; at least she couldn’t get divorced now.
The premise of not getting divorced was not to provoke Nelson’s displeasure. But as long as she had any entanglement with Jaquan, all of this would be unavoidable.
Jaquan’s eyes darkened as he noticed the faint bruises on her neck. “Did he hit you?”
Callie frowned slightly, realizing he was referring to the marks Lance had left. “No.”
She turned to leave, but her slender arm was immediately grabbed. “I’m asking you! Did he hit you?”
Jaquan used force, his usually casual expression turning serious.
“I said no!”