Callie knew she couldn’t escape, so she cursed directly. Mixed with profanities, after about two minutes, she heard no response. She mustered the courage to look up and met the man’s silent and serious expression.
He was truly infuriated, almost to the point of rage. All the etiquette and manners he had painstakingly taught her over the past year seemed to have vanished.
Callie realized she had lost her composure, but even that didn’t provoke a reaction from him. She slumped down, murmuring softly, “How dare you still appear in front of me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll hide a knife under my pillow?”
It was something she could indeed do.
Nelson’s expression softened. The next second, he turned around and advanced on her, his eyes sharp as knives, pulling at her belt. “Don’t be angry. A couple in conflict will reconcile in the end.”
In panic, Callie turned her head, causing his kiss to land on her hair.
The man used his strength to suppress her, bending slightly to quietly admire her desperate struggle.
Like a bee falling into water, desperately flapping to reach the shore, but its wings gradually soaked and heavy with water… unable to fly anymore… finally resigning to its fate and dying.
Just like how he treated Shamar.
As a business tycoon, acquiring a company was a piece of cake. This woman used every means to salvage it, but what was the outcome?
He always enjoyed this feeling of life gradually fading away.
Just like now.
The woman struggled until she had no strength left.
With a look of resignation, she said, “If you dare touch me today, I will really hide a knife under my pillow tomorrow!”
“Oh?” Nelson placed a warm kiss precisely on her pink lips. “Go ahead.”
She stopped struggling, exuding a cold aura. It was unclear if it was disappointment or something else.
This feeling stirred the hidden violence in Nelson’s heart. He suddenly grabbed her cheek with disgust in his eyes. “Have you ever been with Jaquan?”
Callie’s expression froze. After a while, she tugged at the corner of her lips. “What did you say?”
His large hand roamed over her body, his nose filled with the scent of her wine. Late-night emotions took over; he knew some words could never be taken back once spoken.
“That billion dollars, if you didn’t pay a certain price, where did it come from?”
Callie understood but sneered after a moment. “… So that’s what you think of me.”
Her heart kept sinking.
How could it be like this? She should have been able to retort evenly matched, so why was it so hard to accept this statement?
Nelson’s fingers paused. When he looked into her eyes, she had already adjusted her expression and calmly replied, “I think it was worth it. A billion dollars for one night. Mr. Oconnor should know it wasn’t a loss.”
Nelson’s hand gripped harder, anger rising in his eyes, almost strangling her. “How dare you!”
Callie instead smiled at him. “Aren’t you the same? How many women have you had over the years? Stop saying nice things. Either we live our own lives from now on, or we get divorced!”
She had already taken off that ring from her finger, leaving it empty and signifying her freedom!
Nelson was either angry or furious. “Divorce? Good plan. Over my dead body!”
He suddenly pulled down her nightgown, his fingers pausing on her graceful body. “Do you think you’re worthy of Jaquan?”
“Here, here, and here!”
“All engraved with my name!”
His fingers pressed hard, and Callie couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, followed by a tear of humiliation sliding down her cheek.