She told him she was at the hospital visiting her father. Nelson pondered over the radio, “How is he doing?”
Callie repeated Tobias’s medical advice, then stopped to ask a lady by the roadside for a bag and picked a few mangosteens. “By the way, I saw Bridger a few days ago. He told me about Cora.”
After she finished speaking, there was no response for a long time.
Nelson stayed silent. Callie waited for a while and then heard him say something seemingly unrelated, “Mangosteens with hard shells aren’t tasty. Pick the ones with green stems.”
Callie bent over, maintaining her posture, stunned.
She straightened up and turned around to see a black 911 parked not far behind her.
It was Nelson’s car.
Callie was surprised and stood there dumbfounded in the evening breeze. The next second, a warm men’s jacket gently fell on her shoulders, and her cold hand was held by a pair of warm hands. Callie heard his voice in her ear, “Boss, pay up.”
Callie turned around. Nelson took out a bill from his wallet, his face slightly weary but smiling brightly. “I just parked my car there. I was over there,” he pointed in a direction, “watching you walk over bit by bit.”
The woman’s figure was stretched long by the city’s sunset, her hair lifted by the breeze, beautiful and unaware.
Nelson thought of the saying again: “Having seen the vast world, still cherishing the green of grass and trees.”
Gentle but not weak, and full of strength.
Callie met Nelson unexpectedly and felt too shy to look up. “How did you know I was here?” she asked while picking up the mangosteens.
Nelson took the bag from her hand before she could react. “Just passing by.” He really was just passing by and happened to see her.
When Callie sat in the passenger seat, it still felt unreal. Every few seconds, she glanced at the man beside her.
His actions were routine, but they made her feel flattered.
Nelson finally gave her his usual cold snort. “Is it necessary to be so restless? Now the whole world knows that my passenger seat is reserved for my wife.”
As soon as he mentioned it, Callie’s face immediately burned.
“They don’t know yet!”
In the past, without blusher, a woman’s face would blush only for her lover.
At that moment, Nelson recalled many things.
Last summer, she became his wife. Initially, he felt pity for her but definitely not love.
Now, step by step, he saw clearly from outside their relationship how he gradually fell for her and accepted her bit by bit.
He had always lived in his own world, not allowing anyone in or out. Yet one day, he suddenly realized that Callie had long been able to come and go freely in his world.
Even Bridger noticed and asked about it.
He remembered his answer. “Humans are social animals after all.”
Long companionship inevitably breeds affection.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Callie instinctively told him about recent events: her foot injury had healed significantly, she had secured a business deal, and she participated in a design competition.
Nelson just listened quietly. Although he didn’t speak, he felt very fulfilled inside.
“I have to go on a business trip soon.” He finally spoke after Callie finished talking.
Callie was taken aback. “What?”
So what?
Why would the great Nelson report his whereabouts to her?
In the past, he would just leave whenever he wanted without any explanation.
Why did he change?