Her voice was silenced by Nelson’s kiss, leaving her to make only muffled sounds. Now fully awake, Callie found him utterly unreasonable.
Unable to speak, she resorted to kicking and punching, but Nelson easily subdued her.
Callie felt miserable and being treated this way made her want to cry. “Nelson! What are you doing?”
He didn’t respond.
Having drunk alcohol, his actions were almost brutal. Callie couldn’t bear it and arched her body, crying out, “I hate you so much!”
It was almost like she was being coquettish.
To Nelson, her words were only more provocative and sexy.
It wasn’t until dawn that it finally ended. Callie’s voice was hoarse, and she trembled uncontrollably in Nelson’s arms as he softly comforted her, “Callie, don’t make me angry.”
Callie was utterly confused. She had no idea what she had done to upset him. With her nose red from crying, she said, “You promised to pick me up but stood me up. You’re the one who’s too much!”
Her aggrieved appearance was like a rabbit pushed to its limit. The anger in Nelson’s heart inexplicably dissipated. He patted her head, “I’m sorry.”
Callie took a deep breath and turned away from him.
Nelson continued, “I was wrong.”
She still didn’t speak. After all the turmoil, she was sweating and didn’t feel as uncomfortable as before.
The man reached out his hand, “Let me help you take a bath.”
Callie blushed and got up, wrapping herself in clothes, “I don’t need your help.”
Her walk was a bit awkward, limping slightly, revealing what she had just been through.
Nelson sat up in bed, his mood improving as he watched her with amusement.
But then he thought about how she had shown her best self to another man, and the violent tendencies in his heart began to surface uncontrollably.
That man could very well be the one she always held dear in her heart.
Nelson’s smile slowly faded, his expression turning somewhat gloomy as he pondered.
At that moment, a cry came from the bathroom.
Nelson’s face changed abruptly. He jumped up and rushed in.
Callie lay naked on the floor, unable to get up. Seeing Nelson burst in, she complained tearfully, “The floor is so slippery.”
She had used too much shower gel and stood barefoot; it would have been strange not to slip.
Nelson bent down to pick her up and quickly washed her off. In the process, he got himself mostly wet.
Callie hurt all over. Seeing the man’s displeased face, she deliberately splashed water on him, “Why are you angry…”
Nelson glanced at her, “Are you an idiot?”
Callie wrapped her arms around his neck, “You’re a big idiot, I’m a little idiot. Buy one big idiot, get one little idiot free.”
Like a child.
Nelson couldn’t help but turn his head to hide his smile. Then he carried her out of the bathroom while Callie obediently clung to his waist.
Callie lay on the bed wrapped in a towel, her translucent waist red from the fall.
Nelson found some ointment from the medicine box and applied it to her. It seemed that he often took care of her more than she did herself.
It was always like this; she could easily get herself hurt.
Feeling the coolness on her back and overwhelmed by this pampering, Callie blurted out, “Nelson, am I the one you love the most?”
Her voice was hoarse with an inexplicable sexiness.
Actually, she had been very cautious with this question. Callie wasn’t sure if she was Nelson’s only one; she only dared to ask if she was his favorite.