“You…”
“You’re very beautiful, you shouldn’t be wearing a mask.” Nelson smiled and nodded slightly, removing the mask from her face. In an instant, her face was exposed to the camera.
She had no makeup on, but it was clear she had good skin. She wasn’t particularly stunning, but she had a very pleasant appearance.
The flashlights were blinding. Callie instinctively covered her face but was still seen by everyone.
Sienna took a step back in disbelief when she saw her face. “How… how could it be?”
Ahmad supported her, his brows furrowed tightly. “She does look a lot like our Maeve… Sweetheart, don’t be too upset.”
“No… no… that’s not the issue. How could it be Callie?”
Nelson’s wife turned out to be Callie, who had been living with her for two months!
Ahmad didn’t listen. He said heavily, “Marilyn brought this upon herself!”
Meanwhile, Nelson held Callie’s hand and led her out of the crowd step by step. She felt scared and followed him, her heart pounding.
Feeling they were moving too slowly, Nelson bent down, picked her up by the waist, and strode out of everyone’s sight with a swift and determined gait.
Ignoring the discussions behind them, they could only hear each other’s heartbeat.
…
Kieran drove quickly.
Anthony’s call came through: “It’s hard to wrap things up here, Mr. Oconnor. The media…”
Nelson held the phone decisively. “Let them publish it.”
He was determined to make Callie public.
At that moment, Callie was curled up in the corner of the back seat, not looking up. She had put her mask back on.
Nelson looked down, his ruthlessness disappearing when he faced her.
He almost cautiously asked, “Where have you been these past two months?”
Callie rarely heard him use this tone. She hugged her legs tightly and didn’t speak.
Nelson wasn’t angry. “If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t.”
Kieran asked, “Where to?”
“… Find a hotel.”
Callie wouldn’t want to go back to Paucaster Villa now.
“I’m not going.” She finally spoke. “I want to go home.”
This time Nelson pressed his lips tightly. “… You’ve been gone for two months. I was very worried. No matter what, let me make sure you’re safe first, okay?”
“Aren’t I right here? I’m perfectly fine.” Callie finally looked up, her eyes seemingly sparkling with cold stars.
Suddenly, the distance between them felt infinite.
“You’re still mad at me.” It was a statement. His tone was filled with endless regret. “I’m sorry.”
He had apologized many times.
Callie didn’t listen. “You don’t need to apologize to me. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
The car stopped outside a five-star hotel. Nelson got out and opened the door. Callie didn’t move and felt a surge of intense emotion. “I don’t want to go with you.”
Nelson’s patience wore thin. He bent down and picked Callie up, carrying her into the hotel.
Callie struggled fiercely, but he remained unmoved.
“Nelson! You beast!” Callie bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood. “Let me go!”
He forcibly took her to the presidential suite on the top floor.
The door closed automatically and locked. Callie hadn’t yet reacted to the luxurious room when she was suddenly put down. Nelson pulled her roughly to one side, her back hitting the wall painfully.
Immediately after, a shadow appeared before her, leaning close to her ear. The faint smell of tobacco on him was surprisingly pleasant.