“Where is he?”
Jaquan still had the mood to joke, “You admit he’s not home.”
Shameless! Callie fell into his verbal trap, furious and desperate to break free from his grip.
Jaquan tightened his hold, pulling her hand as they crossed the zebra crossing towards the pharmacy.
“Treat my wound, and I’ll tell you.”
Callie had no choice but to follow him like a puppet, unable to break free.
Jaquan bought various medicines and gauze, throwing them in front of Callie, then extended his large hand, “Do it.”
Callie was too angry to speak. She reluctantly picked up a cotton swab and cleaned the back of his hand, then suddenly poured alcohol on it. She expected him to cry out in pain, but he didn’t.
She looked up and saw Jaquan merely frowning in silent endurance.
Her anger subsided, and she unconsciously lightened her touch. As she wrapped the gauze around his hand, she muttered, “Violent man, suffering the consequences.”
Jaquan didn’t get angry; he just let her do it. “Were you in such a hurry today, even a little bit, for me?”
Regan had asked a similar question. Callie was momentarily lost in thought but continued her actions. “You helped me before. I’m helping you so we’re even. It’s a pity you don’t appreciate it.”
As she finished speaking, Jaquan used his other uninjured hand to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Who wants to settle the score with you?”
Being so close, Callie could smell the sharp scent of smoke on him, making her breath catch.
Suddenly, she curved her lips and laughed out loud as if she had heard something amusing.
Jaquan frowned.
“Jaquan, you can’t be serious about loving me. What you said goes beyond friendship or enmity. Can I take it as a confession?”
By the end of her sentence, Callie’s smile faded.
She hoped Jaquan would deny it and mock her for being narcissistic.
But he didn’t. His eyes, cold as dead water, looked at her calmly as he said, “Yes.”
Callie couldn’t even react.
“Helping you before and later threatening you to be my lover was all because I fell in love with you.” As he said this, Jaquan didn’t seem relieved but rather looked at her with a complex and troubled expression.
“Isn’t it ridiculous? I actually fell in love with Nelson’s wife, a foolish and shortsighted woman.”
Callie was completely stunned. She avoided his gaze. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.”
“I’m not joking.” Jaquan forcibly turned her back to face him. “Divorce Nelson.”
His commanding tone made Callie sneer, “Are you crazy? I’m Nelson’s wife now and always will be. What right do you have to demand I divorce him? Even if I did, what then? Can you divorce Marilyn?”
She hit the nail on the head. She knew the marriage between the Ellison family and the Scott family couldn’t be broken.
But unexpectedly, Jaquan seemed hopeful upon hearing this. He laughed softly in her ear, “Divorcing her is only a matter of time. Marilyn can’t control me.”
His confident assurance shocked Callie, but she didn’t have time to think about it; her mind was in turmoil.
“You don’t have to divorce if you don’t want to.” Jaquan leaned down, his cold lips brushing against her fair neck, making her shiver. He was deeply fascinated by this reaction. “I can wait.”
Crazy, absolutely crazy!