On the last day of the summit, the attendees’ feelings of tension faded, and they could enjoy meals leisurely. In the hotel’s restaurant, every table was occupied by important figures.
Callie and Eliza arrived late and found no available seats. They planned to take some food back to their room when a man in a suit approached them respectfully. “Miss Marsh, Mr. Jamir invites you.”
Callie looked over in surprise and saw Jamir dining elegantly at the central table. He waved at her, and with a sigh, she walked over reluctantly.
Eliza was about to follow but was stopped by the man in the suit. “Miss Eliza, please come with me.”
“What exactly do you want?” Callie asked as she sat opposite Jamir, her expression sour.
“Such a temper, it seems you’ve recovered well,” Jamir remarked, raising an eyebrow as he placed a piece of steak on her plate.
Callie glanced at the steak, then at Jamir, utterly puzzled. “You’ve taken over the Quinn family. What more do you want?”
He showed no emotion and continued cutting his steak. “I gain nothing by approaching you, and I might even upset Nelson.”
Callie frowned. “I mean, you’ve got the Quinn family. You can have anyone you want. Why are you fixated on me?”
It wasn’t vanity; she could sense that Jamir’s actions still revolved around her.
“Or perhaps you have a first love complex? But that doesn’t make sense either. I’m not your first love. You have so many ex-girlfriends. Why me?” Callie leaned back in her chair, half-joking.
Jamir saw through it all. “Still hung up on my ex-girlfriends?”
It was this issue that had driven them apart in the first place.
His words made as if she still cared.
“No, I don’t remember anymore,” Callie said as he placed another piece of steak on her plate. “I only remember that for you, life was so fulfilling that you didn’t need love.”
He had left cleanly back then, without a trace of unwillingness.
Jamir’s thoughts drifted slightly at her words, recalling something unknown. After a moment, he spoke in a deep voice, “What if I said I regret it, Callie? Would you give me another chance?”
Callie stuffed the steak into her mouth. “Let me remind you, I’ve been divorced.”
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t care? It seems time really changes things. The person who avoided me after meeting my father now doesn’t even care that I’ve been divorced.”
Callie laughed mockingly, full of memories of past events.
Jamir’s previously calm expression wavered for a moment upon hearing this, guilt quickly surfacing. “Back then, everyone said you were forcing marriage, and I didn’t want to get married. I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Callie had long since moved on. “What about now? If I asked you to marry me immediately, could you do it?”
Jamir looked at her, joy spreading in his eyes. “Of course.”
He raised his hand to call his secretary to make arrangements but was stopped by Callie. “You’re crazy!”
“The Quinn family and the Quinn Group are already mine. No one can control me regarding marriage,” Jamir answered seriously.
Callie hadn’t expected him to be so bold. “I was joking.”
Jamir held her hand tenderly. “Just remember, what Nelson can’t give you, I can.”
Callie listened, feeling torn. She pulled her hand back forcefully and stood up to leave when something suddenly came to mind.