When he fell heavily onto the bed with Callie in his arms, the clock beside the bed pointed exactly to seven in the morning, just as dawn was breaking.
Perfect timing and setting.
Caught off guard, Callie clung to Nelson’s neck, panting, never expecting his mood to change so quickly. “Isn’t the Oconnor Group in trouble?”
“That’s not your concern.”
A deep kiss, filled with intense desire. Callie wanted to push him away but was powerless against his strength, so she had to let him have his way.
After a while, a sudden sharp pain in her lower abdomen made Callie curl up tightly. The piercing pain caused her to break out in a cold sweat instantly, her face turning pale.
Nelson, realizing he hadn’t moved yet, looked up at her and immediately held her in his arms. Her thin body curled up into a small ball. All desire vanished. “What’s wrong?”
Callie didn’t know; the pain was sudden and intense, making her gasp for breath and unable to speak.
“It’s nothing…” Callie took a long time to recover some color in her face. She sat up. “Maybe I caught a chill.”
Nelson dared not make any further moves. He laid her gently back on the bed, treating her like a precious treasure.
The pain came quickly and left just as fast. Callie didn’t dwell on it, fearing it would ruin Nelson’s mood. She reached out to hug his neck, pressing her forehead against his. “I’m fine now.”
Nelson unclasped her hands and tucked them under the blanket, his expression unexpectedly gentle. “No. In this condition, I might hurt you.”
At that moment, Callie truly submitted to him.
That morning, Callie refused to go to the hospital. Nelson had no choice but to hold her and sleep for another two hours.
Two hours later, Nelson was awakened by a knock on the door. It was Anthony: “Mr. Oconnor, the acquisition party has arrived.”
He had important matters to attend to.
Nelson opened his eyes and saw Callie sleeping soundly in his arms. This sight felt almost surreal.
The surprise she gave him earlier had clouded his thoughts. Now that he was awake, clarity returned, and Nelson felt somewhat at a loss.
Callie woke up as Nelson was changing clothes. She barely opened her eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice: “Will you be alright?”
Nelson turned to see her small face. “I’ll be quick. Wait for me.”
Before leaving, he took the documents from the bedside table.
She smiled.
Punctuality is a basic form of respect. Nelson couldn’t manage it; he was half an hour late for the meeting.
It wasn’t accidental; it was entirely deliberate.
Anthony, forced to stay in the car at Nelson’s request to be late, looked conflicted.
After all, his record had always been positive: six years of being a model student in elementary school; three years as a moral exemplar in middle school; three years as a squad leader in high school; four years as a class and group leader in college…
But Nelson made him late.
“This is called making an impression,” he said with complete disregard for time.
The representative from the acquisition party was not a young man.
Bridger handled the smooth interactions. When shaking hands with the other party, Nelson didn’t even bother to look at him.