Callie thought that if it were Cora, she wouldn’t feel this bad because she knew Nelson didn’t have feelings for Cora. But it wasn’t Cora; it was Marilyn. She had no idea about their past or whether they had developed any feelings for each other.
This uneasy feeling made her restless.
What was going on? She shouldn’t care this much.
Walking out of the hospital, Callie felt dazed. It was hard to get a taxi at this hour, and the app showed she was 44th in line.
She leaned against a nearby utility pole, her mind in chaos.
Nelson’s car drove out at that moment. The driver, sharp-eyed, recognized her immediately but didn’t say anything because of the woman in the back seat.
Marilyn looked at Nelson cautiously, almost greedily. “Nelson, I’ve sent the Oconnor Group’s research report to your email.”
“Thanks,” Nelson replied coolly. Traffic was jammed ahead, so he added, “You’ve worked hard.”
“It was no trouble,” Marilyn said with a smile.
After driving a short distance, the traffic cleared. Nelson told the driver to stop. “Take Miss Ellison home. I have something to handle.”
“Nelson!”
Marilyn instantly sensed his worsening mood, even though he didn’t show it. She said no more.
Callie finally got a taxi. Just as she was about to get in, she saw two familiar figures not far away. Nelson leaned in to hug the woman in the car before walking to a nearby dealership. In less than five minutes, he drove out in a Bentley.
Callie cursed under her breath, her mood plummeting.
The taxi driver, impatient with her delay, honked the horn. Callie snapped back to reality and quickly shut the door before drawing attention.
“Driver, please hurry.”
It felt like a desperate escape.
Her destination was in the opposite direction of Paucaster Villa Complex. There weren’t many cars on the road at night, so they drove quickly.
But Nelson’s car caught up, driving even faster. Callie rolled down the window and was incredulous to see Nelson behind the wheel.
He had figured it out.
Determined, Callie pulled out her wallet and started placing bills in front of the driver one by one.
The driver’s eyes lit up at the sight of the money and he floored the gas pedal.
The Bentley behind them pursued relentlessly, sticking close.
The driver panicked. “Miss, are you in some kind of trouble?”
The wind whipped Callie’s hair into a mess as she stared at the car behind them. At this speed, Nelson must be crazy.
Suddenly, the car made a sharp turn. Callie was thrown forward, hitting her forehead on the dashboard and seeing stars.
She gritted her teeth. “No, I’m running away from domestic violence.”
Nelson didn’t give up the chase.
She had seen his madness before; driving like this could get them killed at any moment.
Fortunately, they soon reached Callie’s hotel. The driver braked hard, nearly making her vomit.
Nelson’s car stopped right behind them. He lowered the window, his face cold with a mocking sneer, as if ridiculing her futile efforts.
As soon as Callie got out of the taxi, it sped away like it was fleeing for its life.
Nelson slammed his car door shut and walked towards her with a deadly menace.
Callie instinctively took two steps back, fear and tension evident in her trembling voice. “Nelson, driving that fast is insane. Are you out of your mind?”
Nelson grabbed her slender wrist forcefully. The pain nearly brought her to her knees. “What are you doing?” she cried out.