He casually picked up her documents and looked through them, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
“Is Scott Group bidding for this project?”
Callie froze, feeling a bit nervous. “I’m repaying a favor… This is the last time.”
Nelson just watched, quickly scanning the pages, making it hard for her to read his emotions. “Aren’t you angry?”
“Jaquan put nearly two years of profits into overcoming this crisis. It’s hard for me to be angry.”
“It seems you’ve won this battle,” she said with a hint of sarcasm.
Nelson stared at her full, fair profile. He hadn’t expected Jaquan to give up the funds rather than pursue a marriage alliance. He used to care little about his own marriage.
Coming back to his senses, Nelson fired off several questions: “How confident are you in convincing the higher-ups to award the project to Scott Group? Is it the financial backing, the current technology, or these design plans?”
From Callie’s angle, Nelson’s facial features appeared sharp, a trait common among those in power.
Callie paused, knowing he was intentionally giving her a hint. But his implication was clear: the bid proposal was poorly done.
She fell silent. “Scott Group has its own advantages. In terms of factory planning, other companies might not be the top choice for the higher-ups.”
Nelson instinctively wanted to refute; Scott Group had numerous internal and external issues and wouldn’t be chosen in a competitive situation. But he stopped himself from speaking further.
Callie stood up without responding and walked into the bedroom, closing the bathroom door a bit forcefully.
Nelson reviewed the bid proposal again. As he read, he suddenly chuckled bitterly. After all, she had worked hard on it.
Callie remained angry for quite some time. After her bath, she sat on the bed, revising the proposal with a pen, the sound of carbon scratching against paper like a protest.
Nelson tried to soothe her twice but got no response. Finally, he grabbed the document and tossed it onto the table, losing his temper as well. “Stop looking at it.”
Callie glared at him and tried to snatch it back, but he blocked her. Frustrated, she threw her pen.
The pen flew past his ear, creating a slight breeze.
Using his strength, he pinned her beneath him and whispered in her ear, “I was wrong.”
Callie was so angry she wanted to bite him.
Not receiving forgiveness, Nelson spoke again, “I was wrong.”
This man, coming down from his high position to everyday life, was as endearing as any husband seeking forgiveness from an angry wife.
Callie’s heart skipped a beat, followed by a flash of panic in her eyes.
After a while, she pinched his waist and said slowly, “Mr. Oconnor is so powerful; I can’t afford your apology.”
Nelson buried his head in her ear and laughed softly.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, exploring gently. “I’ll revise the proposal for you.”
Scott Group’s bid was in a week.
The morning was calm as Callie woke up in Nelson’s warm embrace.
After that, they had little contact and didn’t discuss business matters. Their conversations were limited to the most mundane daily topics.
One morning, as Callie walked out early, Nelson called her back from a distance and produced a jacket from somewhere, carefully putting it on her. “It’s chilly in the morning.”
“Relax.”
And that was all he said.