Nelson stood still, grabbing her hand.
Callie’s gaze slowly fell on their hands, her tone heavy, “Mr. Oconnor, you are overstepping.”
Nelson seemed not to hear her. He suddenly turned, pulling her forcefully towards the women’s restroom. He pushed open a stall door, kicked it shut, and threw Callie onto the toilet seat, leaning in close. The series of actions was swift and seamless, not hurting her.
“Callie, are you challenging my limits?” At such a close distance, their noses almost touched. Nelson could see the fleeting confusion in Callie’s eyes, and she could see the barely contained anger in his.
The familiar scent stirred her senses, making her heart flutter.
But Callie quickly smiled, her eyes calm as usual, “Mr. Oconnor, I don’t understand what you’re saying. Did you receive the divorce papers?”
Nelson stared at her intently, wanting to strangle her but feeling a sense of resignation. He even thought, why not let her vent, let her release her anger, so she wouldn’t hold such hostility towards him.
“You appeared here with Jaquan to provoke me.”
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Callie’s neck. She tried to break free, her face turning pale, but her mouth remained sharp. “Are you angry out of shame?”
Nelson admitted it with a cold smile, “Isn’t this what you wanted? Getting close to Jaquan just to see me angry.”
“How about it? Is my grip too strong?”
Callie wasn’t wearing pants today; under her skirt were long, slender legs. She suddenly lifted one leg, brushing it against his leg, “This is what heavy feels like.”
Nelson’s expression froze, and his grip loosened.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Callie quickly broke free from his hold. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her red lips close to his ear, leaving a faint stain on his Canali shirt.
Her arms around his neck were soft, seemingly weak but feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds to Nelson.
She whispered in his ear, “You once said it was a fool’s dream for me to become Mrs. Scott. Let’s see if I can make it happen.”
It was a blatant taunt, each word piercing Nelson’s heart.
Nelson’s lips parted slightly, emotions swirling within him.
“Callie!”
“Yes?”
Their eyes met, one turbulent, the other as calm as water.
In that moment, life and death intertwined.
Regan’s wedding was simple. She wore a white wedding dress with light makeup, neither too extravagant nor overshadowing anyone.
When Callie entered the lounge, Regan had already finished her makeup. Surrounded by people, they all left upon seeing Callie. She walked over and examined Regan closely, “Not bad.”
Regan pointed at Callie’s lips, “Your lipstick is smudged.”
Feeling guilty, Callie hurried to the inner room, “Is it?”
Regan saw through it all.
At that moment, there was another knock on the door. Regan looked over and paused before asking, “Hello.”
The person wore a white windbreaker with a hood over their head, long hair falling over their chest, and no makeup. She got straight to the point, “Long time no see.”