Callie’s hand froze on his neck, not daring to move. She reluctantly pulled back. “I… I wasn’t trying to do anything to you. You had something dirty on you, and I was just helping you wipe it off…”
A blatant lie.
Nelson stared at her intently.
Callie was extremely nervous and instinctively tried to back away, but he grabbed her wrist and turned it over to look at it.
“It seems you have a lot of free time. Not only do you like being a caregiver, but you’re also keen on donating blood,” Nelson teased lightly, though his tone carried an undercurrent of anger.
Callie couldn’t argue back. She turned her head. “Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda.”
“Are you determined to go against me?” He quickly retorted, forcibly turning her head to make her look at him.
“Nelson, is it wrong to find my own way?”
Since he wanted her to look at him, she did so calmly.
The man raised an eyebrow slightly.
Callie slowly freed herself from his grip. “I remember you once told me you considered Marilyn like a sister. Nelson, let me ask you again, is that still the case now?”
Asking these questions took a lot of courage for her. Once spoken, it meant she still had hopes for him.
Nelson could see through her. His eyes darkened deeply as he let go of her. “Marilyn’s identity is special. It’s not just me; even Jaquan can’t make a decision.”
Understood, Callie nodded slightly. She climbed onto the bed and buried her head in the pillow. “I’m going to sleep now. Do as you please.”
What followed was a torturous silence where even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
Callie slept and woke, and in the moments between waking, she felt the cold touch beside her, leaving her heart feeling empty. She got up and walked to the door.
She didn’t like wearing shoes and walked barefoot without making a sound. She quietly pushed the door open a bit and heard Nelson’s intermittent voice, cold in the night.
“Don’t harm women and children. Do things with honor, and even the King of Hell will help you.”
“Do you really need me to guide you on how to do things? Isn’t that too humiliating and useless? Remember to keep your principles even if they rot inside you. Are you here to waste my time?”
His words were slow but sharp.
Callie’s spine tingled as she listened. She turned to leave, not wanting to enter Nelson’s world.
But her feet wouldn’t move, rooted to the spot.
“Have I not made it clear who in the Oconnor family can be touched and who cannot? I haven’t taken action in a long time. Don’t make me do it for a woman; it won’t end well for anyone.”
Nelson was now a director at Oconnor Group, with many hidden identities as well.
For a while, he hadn’t been active. His long absence made some think he had gone straight.
An enemy, desperate enough, targeted his people, binding them hand and foot and taking them to Afupshire, thinking that would solve everything. But they didn’t expect Nelson’s swift retaliation. Several experts inexplicably willing to serve Nelson stood together, creating an intimidating presence.
The people were rescued, and those who had done this disappeared without a trace.
The incident spread far and wide, deterring anyone from daring to mess with Nelson’s people again.
Callie could have come and gone quietly, but as she left, she accidentally kicked something, making a noise. Nelson looked over immediately.
“Who?”
Callie closed her eyes in despair.
The door opened, and facing the man’s scrutiny, her expression changed instantly. “I couldn’t sleep, so I got up for a walk. Why aren’t you asleep?”
Nelson slept little; most of the time, he couldn’t sleep at all.