Nelson reached out to grab it, but she dodged him effortlessly, smiling mischievously. The man, tall and lanky, looked out of place sitting there.
The shirt he wore was worth thousands of dollars.
Perhaps because he was still sick, Nelson’s face appeared exceptionally pale, but his good looks gave him a kind of sickly beauty.
“You are still sick. You can’t drink or eat skewers. You can only watch me eat.”
Nelson said, “I haven’t eaten either.”
“I made soup for you.”
“There wasn’t enough time. If I came down any later, you would have left.”
Callie thought for a moment and agreed.
She sipped from the can, initially finding it bitter, but later tasting some sweetness. The steaming skewers were brought up, and Nelson didn’t touch a single one.
He silently watched the frail woman eat skewers and drink beer with abandon.
He rarely saw Callie like this.
Since marrying him, all her carefree nature had vanished. To be a good Mrs. Oconnor, she learned to be dignified and well-mannered.
Now, Nelson gazed at her, his eyes filled with the warmth of everyday life. Since their reunion, Callie seemed more alive and free.
He felt a pang of bitterness and wanted to smoke but realized he hadn’t brought any cigarettes.
Nelson cautiously asked, “Was what you said earlier true? Do you want me to help with the studio?”
Callie, tipsy from the beer, her face as red as a cherry, replied, “Why don’t you ask me why I was in the mountains?”
Upon hearing this, Nelson sensed some weight in her words and said seriously, “The information I got was that you went to Osegow. My people searched Osegow for a long time but couldn’t find you. You didn’t leave the city, did you?”
Smart as he was, he had guessed that Osegow was just a smokescreen.
Although Callie didn’t know how he knew the news that she went to Osegow, she could imagine his frustration after searching fruitlessly there. With his immense power, he must have almost turned Osegow upside down.
Thinking of this, she smiled and nodded, “I was at Ipdite Temple. I told you about that temple.”
At this mention, Nelson suddenly understood. He never would have guessed Callie went there.
“I spent two months there praying and chanting for our lost, untimely first child.”
Nelson stiffened completely, feeling a sting in his nose.
Callie took another sip of beer. “This child couldn’t have stayed no matter what. So I don’t blame you, but I can’t forgive myself for making it so hard for him.”
Nelson’s already pale face turned even whiter. “It was my fault. My condition wasn’t suitable for pregnancy. Don’t blame yourself.”
His excessive socializing with smoking and drinking had led to an ectopic pregnancy. He bore part of the responsibility.
Recently, he had quit smoking, but alcohol was indispensable in business dealings and would take time to quit entirely.
“Callie, we lost our first child, but we will have a second and a third. As long as we’re together, there will be more children.” He spoke slowly, not wanting her to blame herself.
“Will we really have more children?” Callie asked painfully, propping her head up and squinting at the man before her. “Nelson, you are an impeccable man, but I am not a woman worthy of you.”
Nelson was displeased by her words and was about to speak when Callie continued, “These days, I’ve seen you rise to fame again. You stand before the media cameras, talking and laughing as if nothing could bring you down. But looking at you like that, I ask myself, can we continue?”