She suddenly resisted violently. Nelson, caught off guard, was kicked in the abdomen, causing him to groan in pain. Callie broke free from his grip, grabbed the lamp on the bedside table, and swung it towards his head.
“Bang!”
Nelson snatched the lamp from her hand and smashed it against the wall.
The partition wall shattered, and glass fragments flew towards them. Nelson’s eyes narrowed as he shielded Callie with his body, using his hand to block the shards aimed at her face.
A drop of blood fell on her face.
It was hot.
The heat made Callie’s heart skip a beat. Amidst the chaos, the vivid red color filled her vision, followed by a deathly silence.
The man reached out to wipe the blood off her face. The warm touch brought Callie back to her senses. She pushed him away hard and ran off the bed. Due to inertia, Nelson also fell off the bed, balancing himself on the floor covered in shards…
He hung his head and didn’t chase after her. He tightened his grip on the fragments in his hand, blood dripping onto the floor in large drops, creating a shocking visual.
Callie widened her eyes. She always knew he was ruthless to himself… but didn’t it hurt him…
At that moment, she suddenly realized that a man who could be so cruel to himself could never be kind to her. He was determined to drag everyone down with him if he couldn’t have his way.
In every aspect, he was her role model…
Callie slowly put on her nightgown and looked at him for a moment before slamming the door and leaving.
She still left.
Nelson had given up on chasing her. With his head down, his emotions were unreadable. His black hair hung down, making this invincible man look particularly disheveled under the broken light.
She still left without any hesitation.
He tried to get up and clean up the mess but couldn’t bring himself to move.
He was tired.
At that moment, regret suddenly hit him. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so ruthless. As long as she stayed by his side, it didn’t matter how she treated him.
Even if life withered away, keeping her by his side wasn’t worth it anymore; she was no longer the woman he loved.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed in his ears. It sounded like hers.
High heels appeared before him, stepping on the glass shards. Above them were a pair of beautiful long legs. Nelson slowly looked up-
And he saw Callie, who had returned.
She looked down at him, her whole body exuding coldness. Her hair, which he had helped tie up, was now messy, making her look somewhat ridiculous.
She loosely held a bag in her hand.
A glimmer of light ignited in Nelson’s eyes. At that moment, he suddenly forgot their recent quarrel, his grievances, and the excruciating pain.
Callie panted heavily, her face stiff with no other emotion.
He slowly opened the bag-
Gauze, cotton swabs, hemostatic medicine, anti-inflammatory drugs…
She knelt to bandage his wounds, focusing intently on his blood-stained hands, layers of emotions surging in her heart.
He followed her movements with his gaze fixed coldly on one spot…
The defiant her… the soft-hearted her…
“Get out.”
A cold voice suddenly pierced through the air like a winter wind brushing past her ear.
Running outside in a nightgown had indeed made Callie’s fingers turn white from the cold. Hearing this, she paused with the gauze in hand and looked up at this unpredictable man in shock.
Nelson slowly met her gaze. “Did you hear me?”