Nelson finally turned to look at her and laughed, “So adorable, then don’t drink anymore.”
Callie continued to secretly drink. As the gathering was about to end, Nelson turned around and saw a completely flushed Callie leaning softly against him.
She was burning up, not expecting to get drunk on champagne. Her eyes were watery, “Oh no, I think… I’m drunk.”
Nelson immediately held her in his arms, stood up, and bid farewell to everyone, “My wife can’t handle her liquor; I need to take her back to rest.”
Everyone understood.
Callie nestled in Nelson’s arms, holding onto his neck and snuggling closer, letting out a soft whimper. He knew she was uncomfortable.
Those around them thought, Mrs. Oconnor’s voice is so sweet…
Nelson glanced around, and everyone quickly averted their gaze.
Witnessing such an intimate side of Mrs. Oconnor, they realized that Nelson wasn’t as indifferent to her as rumors suggested. On the contrary, his actions and expressions were full of affection.
Anthony led the way as Nelson carried the petite woman inside. With his foot at the door, he instructed Anthony, “Ask the front desk to send up some honey water.”
“I’ll do it right away.”
Callie was placed on the soft bed. She instinctively rolled over twice, her black hair sticking to her face, half of her delicate makeup ruined, but her red lips still sexy.
Nelson propped his hand beside her head and teased, “Time to sleep, goodnight.”
She immediately opened her eyes, grabbed his hand, and cried, “I feel terrible. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, my hands hurt…”
She was truly drunk. He could tell from her broken voice .
Nelson found it amusing; this version of Callie was extremely adorable. It was the first time he had seen her like this.
“Serves you right for drinking secretly.”
“I was bored. You were so busy… always busy… always talking, never paying attention to me… I couldn’t sleep, so I drank… hiccup.”
Nelson’s smile widened, “Why didn’t you call me? If you had called me, I would have stopped.”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” Callie’s voice lowered, as if she had no strength left, accompanied by a soft whimper.
That sentence struck Nelson straight in the heart. His smile faded, and his heart pounded.
She feared him.
Anthony soon brought the honey water. Nelson helped Callie sit up and fed her some. She just wanted to sleep afterward.
Letting her sleep, Nelson found some makeup remover on the vanity and clumsily removed her makeup. He merely rubbed her face randomly; she occasionally winced in pain but never fully woke up.
Callie’s bare face, flushed from the alcohol, had a faint pink hue like a peach, making one want to take a bite.
After everything was done, Nelson was drenched in sweat. He gently picked her up and coaxed, “Be good. You can’t sleep yet; we need to bathe, okay?”
“No bath… so sleepy…”
Ignoring Callie’s protests, she was too weak to walk. Her clothes were quickly stripped off.
They had seen everything of each other before. Now unconscious, Callie was finally not shy. She sank into the warm spring water; the faint medicinal scent at her nose tip washed away all fatigue, as if her soul had been saved.
Nelson carefully washed her. The outside world could never imagine that the dignified Nelson would bathe a woman. He found it laughable himself.
But he enjoyed it immensely.