If you listen carefully, you can hear the tremor in his voice.
Callie took a deep breath and, prompted by Kieran, opened the car door directly. She got out of the car, passing by Nelson without saying a word, and walked towards the Paucaster Villa, arms wrapped around herself. No one spoke.
Nelson’s lips turned pale as he hurried to catch up, watching her with longing in his eyes, wanting to touch her but not daring to. He called out cautiously, “Callie…”
Callie kept her head down and remained silent.
She walked quickly, with Nelson always keeping a distance, following behind her.
“Callie! Look at me!”
As they passed Charlotte, the lingering sound reached her ears, filling her heart with endless sadness. When Nelson called out to Callie, there was tenderness and deep longing in his voice.
And he was actually so humble in front of Callie…
Charlotte had thought that Nelson had been treating her well these past few days, but she never expected him to be like this with Callie… It was a bowing of his head that disregarded a man’s dignity, like a dog wanting its owner’s attention.
Was this still Nelson?
Callie kept her head down all the way until they paused briefly as they passed Charlotte. She glanced at her.
With just that one glance, Charlotte felt tense all over, like a child who had done something wrong.
Callie’s gaze was calm, but filled with meaning.
“Callie…”
Callie didn’t respond and continued walking into the Paucaster Villa. Charlotte and Nelson exchanged a glance, and he immediately explained, “Callie, you’ve misunderstood. There’s nothing between me and Nelson. We’re just siblings…”
Charlotte tried to explain while chasing after them, but Callie didn’t say a word. She had no choice but to stop and awkwardly say, “Nelson, maybe I should go back today…”
Nelson didn’t even pause as if he hadn’t heard what she said. He followed Callie upstairs and slammed the door shut.
Charlotte felt a chill run through her body.
“Callie,” Nelson coaxed the woman in a low voice, softly saying, “You’ve misunderstood.”
Back in the familiar master bedroom, Callie felt it was unfamiliar. She took off her hat and coat, preparing to take a shower. However, the man suddenly grabbed her arm tightly. “Speak!”
His patience was wearing thin, and his voice grew deeper.
Callie happened to be grabbed on her wound and instinctively cried out, furrowing her brows.
Nelson paused for a moment and immediately let go. He quickly rolled up her sleeve, revealing numerous bruises that looked particularly cruel on her fair arm.
In an instant, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. “Who did this?”
Callie finally looked at him directly, pouring out endless grievances. “Mr. Oconnor, you’re enjoying yourself while I’m suffering. Does my life or death matter to you?”
Nelson’s muscles tensed on his arm as he tightly restrained her. “I didn’t go to Anbusea, and you blame me.”
Callie suddenly felt tired. She didn’t want to explain her disappointment because it was all in the past. She had more important things to do.
“Let go of me, Nelson.”
He didn’t move and held her in his embrace. They were so close together. “Jaquan? Or Owen?”
He was asking about the injuries.
Callie looked away, her expression returning to calmness. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Right now, all I want is to take a shower. If you don’t want me to jump off the building upstairs, just let me go.”
Her character had reached an extreme point, as if she had experienced a bloody battle and emerged from a pile of corpses. Only when facing death could she be so fearless.
Nelson hesitated for a moment but eventually slowly released his grip, allowing her warmth to slowly fade away.