Callie was still troubled late into the night; the bracelet was too expensive.
Nelson, having been intimate with her, clung to her for most of the night, causing her to sleep in until noon. When she woke up, she saw Nelson cooking dumplings.
The hotel room had a kitchen, but nothing else except frozen dumplings.
Callie, in her nightgown, walked over but was pushed away by him. “Scallions, I asked the secretary to bring some. Go get them.”
Callie was surprised and then amused. Who would have thought that a secretary who usually handled major cases would be sent to deliver scallions?
Not only did the secretary bring scallions, but also some fresh vegetables, all with a considerate smile.
Callie found it amusing, thanked the secretary, washed the scallions, and handed them to Nelson.
A freshly woken woman and a man cooking-no matter how you looked at it, they seemed like a newlywed couple.
No matter how you cook frozen dumplings, there’s not much variation. But somehow, Nelson’s cooking made them taste exceptionally delicious to Callie.
She was very hungry and ate happily. Nelson, who never had much interest in food, was satisfied as long as his stomach was full. The secretary had something to report and was waiting outside, so he went to handle it.
Nelson’s phone was casually placed aside. As Callie ate, she suddenly had an idea.
This was Nelson’s private phone, locked. Callie couldn’t guess the password and was racking her brain trying different combinations when a voice sounded behind her, “Trying to check my phone?”
Callie almost dropped it, freezing in place with guilt.
Nelson had been sitting in a small room, listening to the secretary’s report with a casual attitude, occasionally giving some pointers.
From his angle, he could clearly see Callie sneakily taking his phone and struggling to guess the password.
He saw every move she made.
Nelson laughed instantly, raised his hand to signal the secretary to stop. The secretary saw Mr. Oconnor’s rare smile.
Nelson stepped forward effortlessly, took his phone back, held it behind him, and leaned on the table. “What do you want to see?”
Callie wished she could cover her face with both hands. Wanting to look was one thing; getting caught was another.
She smiled awkwardly and weakly said, “Nothing, I don’t want to see anything.”
The man in casual clothes stood elegantly, with his usual mocking smile. He slowly took out his phone, quickly unlocked it, and placed it in front of her. “Look for yourself.”
With those three words, he turned and walked back to the room, rubbing his head. He said to both the secretary and Callie, “I’m going to sleep.”
Callie stared blankly at Nelson’s back. His posture was good; even his back looked great. At that moment, he seemed relaxed, showing a hint of boyishness.
Callie felt a pang of sadness. This was how someone his age should feel, but Nelson usually never smiled or showed any clear emotions.
The phone screen dimmed again. She instinctively swiped it back on and held it in her hand.
The secretary considerately left and closed the door.
No one dared touch Nelson’s private phone, and he wouldn’t let just anyone handle it. In modern society, a phone holds almost all of a person’s secrets.
But now he left it here for Callie to look through.
It was like a normal couple where the girlfriend always wants to check her boyfriend’s phone.
Callie held the phone almost reverently, not knowing where to start. She even thought about how much money she could make if she sold Nelson’s phone.