“The goods have been handed over. How he deals with me is a matter for later.”
He rarely looked serious, but his face was dark and somber.
Callie was stunned. She had thought Jaquan only pretended to like her while actually using her, but on this rainy night, he was willing to risk his future, even his life, to save her.
She suddenly didn’t know how to face him with such a debt of gratitude.
Jaquan put Callie in the car and drove away. Callie was flustered, “Where are we going?”
He glanced at her and noticed the bruises on her arms and legs. He asked in a deep voice, “How did you get hurt?”
Callie instinctively pulled her hand back and looked down, “A thug came to find me in the middle of the night and tried to…”
She couldn’t finish the sentence, just thinking about it made her feel wronged.
Jaquan understood and turned the steering wheel, “Did you see his face?”
“It was too dark. I only remember he was quite short.”
As the car drove further away, Callie clung to the door, “Jaquan, I can’t leave Anbusea now.”
He sneered, “I didn’t plan to.”
She was surprised.
Jaquan parked the car at the back entrance of Dragonstone. It was almost dawn, and there were only a few people inside, mostly cleaning staff.
Jaquan took Callie to the third floor of Mike Mack, opened a presidential suite, and locked the door.
Callie’s heart raced, “Are you crazy? They’re looking for us, and you came back here.”
The man smirked faintly, “The most dangerous place is the safest place.”
He walked to the window and drew the curtains, “Owen might investigate me thoroughly, but he won’t check Mike without a motive.”
Callie stood there, suddenly understanding.
She looked at Jaquan’s disheveled appearance, took a tissue from the table, and wiped his hands clean. She almost smiled bitterly, “Do you want my gratitude that much? Saving me again and again.”
Having experienced a life-and-death situation, Jaquan’s blood was still boiling. He reached out his clean hand and played with a strand of her hair, finally saying, “Getting your gratitude isn’t easy.”
She instinctively stepped back and went into the bathroom to clean herself up.
When she came out again, Jaquan was gone.
He must have had many things to do.
Callie calmed down. Her phone was missing. She picked up the suite’s landline phone, hesitated for a long time, wanting to call Nelson but ultimately didn’t.
She had disappeared. Owen must be furious and possibly investigating every clue. This call couldn’t be made; it might bring trouble to Nelson.
She could only suppress her longing for him.
If he were here, things wouldn’t be this bad.
The next day, no one knocked on the door, but Jaquan called the landline, “I had someone send you a maid’s uniform and some makeup. Disguise yourself and go out; they won’t check this room.”
Callie understood.
She did as instructed, hiding in the dangerous place.
But today, as she pretended to be a maid delivering something and entered the elevator, just as the doors were about to close, she saw a small hand trying to stop them.
Callie’s eyes widened in shock and quickly blocked the doors.
It was a little girl, very small, looking no more than four or five years old, wearing jeans and with long hair.
She slipped into the elevator, her black grape-like eyes full of gratitude, “Thank you, sister!”
Callie looked outside, “Are you alone?”
The little girl nodded obediently, “I’m here to find my dad.”