Nelson raised an eyebrow and reached out to pull her into his arms. The woman felt a sense of belonging. She thought that if he turned hostile later, she could still hold onto him tightly.
“Nelson… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that day. I was just worried about your health, so I asked. I had no ill intentions,” she said quickly, afraid he wouldn’t believe her.
Nelson no longer showed the coldness of that day. His large hand rested on her waist, and he didn’t answer directly. “Were you with Jaquan yesterday to make me jealous?”
She didn’t want to admit to such childish tricks.
Seeing her tacit acknowledgment, Nelson ruffled her hair. “Just remember, I won’t hurt you, and I have no tendency for domestic violence, so there’s no need to worry.”
“I’m not afraid of that,” Callie quickly said. “I just… I just feel sorry for what you’ve been through.”
Although she didn’t have a mother, she understood the immense impact of one’s original family. His biological mother had beaten him into the hospital; what kind of psychological scars must that have left?
She suddenly understood why Nelson was always so cold and filled with hostility.
Upon hearing this, Nelson’s eyes flashed with surprise. In this world, someone actually said they felt sorry for him.
Callie hugged him. “Don’t take it to heart, Nelson.”
For a moment, the man stood frozen, his heart pounding intensely.
Callie’s beauty didn’t need too much description.
Nelson slowly calmed his racing heart. As his warm breath approached, he suddenly reached out and touched her chest, a smile in his voice. “Your heart is beating fast. What? Are you nervous being close to me?”
Callie glared at him but couldn’t argue.
He was doing it on purpose!
Callie ignored him, staying silent like a pouting little girl.
“These days with your rumored girlfriend must have been fun.”
Her reaction undoubtedly pleased the man. Nelson sat beside her, pulling up his lounge pants to reveal a small portion of his attractive ankle.
He peeled a grape with interest and held it to her mouth. Callie turned away, refusing to accept it.
“She’s a business partner. The hotel footage was maliciously edited.”
“Oh,” Callie responded indifferently.
He continued, “Today I had someone bring your father back to Paucaster Villa Complex. Grandpa will be there too. Let’s have a good New Year.”
Callie paused her actions and finally spoke to him. “Really?”
“Really,” Nelson replied easily. “There are people at Paucaster Villa Complex to take care of him.”
Callie finally smiled. “Thank you, Nelson.”
He peeled another grape and tossed it into his mouth. Then, catching her off guard, he turned her head and kissed her, lips to lips, soft and sweet.
They kissed deeply, the juicy grape feeding into her mouth.
Callie was forced to tilt her head back to accept it. Nelson touched her heartbeat again, but his hand grew increasingly bold and roamed freely.
Callie tried to pull away but was entangled by him, her voice hoarse. “It’s daytime.”
The man didn’t retreat, wiping the slightly erotic juice from her lips. “I’ve missed you these days.”
“That woman’s company used me for publicity. I have no direct relationship with her.”
Callie repeated, “It’s daytime.”
Even in his passion, Nelson had his limits. He calmed down slightly. After mingling in the romantic scene for so many years, if he still didn’t understand Callie’s subtle hints of resistance and acceptance, could he still call himself a man?
In the next moment, the man bent down and scooped her up by the waist, heading straight for the bed.