Callie realized her mistake… She hadn’t expected this man to be so shameless. So she simply let him be. This was her second mistake.
Once she let him loose, it was almost evening by the time they were done. Callie was exhausted, letting him clean her up and dress her. She leaned against him, drowsy and not even thinking about her hunger. “I want some water.”
Soon, a cup of cool water was brought to her lips, soothing her parched throat and making her feel much better.
She heard the energetic man ask in a low voice, “Hungry?”
Callie mumbled in denial, “No, let me sleep for a while, okay?”
“Alright, sleep for a bit and then we’ll go home,” Nelson chuckled, feeling satisfied and in a good mood. He carried her back to bed. It had been a tiring day, and after a quick tidy-up, he held her as they both fell asleep.
The room temperature was comfortable. In her sleep, Callie seemed to feel hot and kicked off the blanket. Nelson frowned, but soon she felt cold and instinctively snuggled closer to the warmth of his body, holding onto his arm as she drifted into a deep sleep.
Watching her movements, Nelson’s frown finally relaxed. By the light of the bedside lamp, he gazed at her full cheeks and delicate features. The more he looked, the more his heart raced. He glanced at the rings on their fingers, feeling a gentle hum in his chest.
This was a sense of belonging.
That night, Nelson had a dream about something that had actually happened.
He and Callie had crossed paths before. That year, he had just taken over Oconnor Group and remembered many employees. After years of hard work, Bridger and a group of people insisted on celebrating his success. In the end, everyone got drunk, and he had to see them off one by one.
Afterward, he leaned against his car, smoking and looking up at the stars. It was the first time in his life he felt lost.
He always prided himself on being rational and goal-oriented, yet he felt lost…
His grandfather had always told him what he should do in the future but never asked if there was something he wanted to do.
That night was the only time he questioned whether the path he was on was right. Looking at the increasingly unfamiliar city, he felt a bit world-weary.
Not far away, a girl was making a phone call in a phone booth. She cried while trying to speak loudly to control her sobs, so every word reached his ears.
Her father was sick, and the family had no money. Eight words summed it up-just the trivialities of ordinary life, hurdles everyone faces.
The girl cried so miserably that she dropped the phone. She squatted down to pick it up but couldn’t stand up again, crying as if her world had collapsed. Nelson stubbed out his cigarette and instinctively wanted to comfort her, say something to help her get through the night because it seemed like she might die from sobbing any second.
Seeing her cry like that made him feel ashamed of his own trivial confusion.
As he approached, he stopped in his tracks when he saw her face. She was an employee of Oconnor Group.
He hadn’t expected to see her here outside of Oconnor Group.
After they got married, Nelson often looked into her eyes-so clear and pure. He suddenly had a thought: he never wanted to see her cry like that again.
Callie hadn’t slept long when she opened her eyes to find Nelson staring at her blankly, his deep eyes lost in thought. She was startled. “When did you wake up?”
“Had enough sleep?” Nelson helped her straighten her clothes. “We should go back now. Grandpa called and said dinner is ready.”
“Okay.”