His eyes were clear. He suddenly placed his hand on Callie’s shoulder. “Do you need me to find someone to handle that competition you mentioned?”
“… No need.”
He smiled faintly. “If there’s anything you need regarding your father’s situation, you can contact my people anytime.”
“As for your daily routine, Kieran will take care of it.”
Callie pressed her lips together, a bad feeling rising within her. She asked softly, “What’s going on?”
This didn’t bode well. He looked like someone arranging their affairs before a final departure.
Nelson’s figure was at its best when he wasn’t wearing a suit. Every move he made was captivating.
He smiled at her. “Something happened at the overseas branch. I need to go handle it.”
“Is that all?” Callie frowned.
“I’m just worried that you might suffer while I’m away.” He nodded, meeting Callie’s gaze with an open expression that was hard to read.
It seemed like he was telling the truth.
Callie couldn’t see any clues but found it hard to believe his explanation. She called his name, “Nelson.”
She earnestly asked him not to hide anything from her.
Their recent intimacy, his dominance and tenderness, had given Callie the illusion that he was somewhat submissive to her.
She might not realize how much charm she exuded when she looked at Nelson with such pitiful eyes. Nelson couldn’t resist; he lifted her chin and kissed her.
The kiss was pure like that of a couple, without any lust. Standing together, they were already a sight to behold; kissing made it even more mesmerizing.
Nelson left as soon as he said he would. In the early morning at Paucaster Villa Complex, dew hung on the leaves, and the distance was shrouded in mist.
Callie heard the engine downstairs and immediately got out of bed, walking to the balcony to see Nelson’s car gradually leaving.
He had moved quietly when getting up, not wanting to wake her, but little did he know she had already been awake.
Nelson, I seem to like you a bit too much. Callie leaned on the railing, her expression melancholic.
“Director, a package.” As soon as she walked into the company today, the receptionist handed Callie a document envelope.
Callie was puzzled. Who would send her a package? “Thank you.”
She tore it open with her hands and found inside a gilded, elegantly designed invitation with a bow at the corner. In small script, it read: Scott Group Tenth Anniversary.
It was an anniversary invitation.
Callie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw it. At the bottom, it was neatly signed: Jaquan cordially invites you.
As she walked, she wondered why Scott Group would send her an invitation.
Soon after, Regan also walked in with a package and opened it to reveal an identical invitation. She squinted at Callie. “Did Jaquan send you one too?”
Callie was suspicious. “You got one too?”
It wasn’t just them; other well-known designers in the design department also received invitations. It seemed to be a gesture of goodwill towards industry peers.
Callie breathed a sigh of relief.
Someone was already screaming, “Jaquan! Will we get to see him? I heard he’s incredibly handsome.”
Regan immediately rolled her eyes. “Even if he’s handsome, he’s not for you. Jaquan already has a woman he likes. She’s very classy!”
“Regan, do you know Jaquan?”
“We grew up together.”
“Wow!”
Callie didn’t pay attention to such childish behavior and walked into her office helplessly, carefully putting away the invitation.