No one expected that someone of Jamir’s status would publicly pursue a divorced woman!
Callie was on stage, being put in a dilemma. Her high heels secretly stepped on his foot, wishing she could crush him.
She forced a smile, “It depends.”
After speaking, she hurried off the stage. To avoid further questions, Callie went straight to the restroom, not expecting someone to follow her.
In the mirror, Charlotte approached with a smile. “Congratulations.”
Callie turned on the faucet to wash her hands. “Congratulations for what?”
“Congratulations on having a good prospect. Just divorced and already pursued by a good man. You’re luckier than most women.” Charlotte spoke smoothly as she opened her handbag and took out a makeup box to touch up her face.
“Prospect?” Callie laughed. She pulled out a paper towel to dry her hands, then walked over to Charlotte’s side. “Do you always use the word ‘prospect’ to describe women’s relationships? Charlotte, you seem to look down on women.”
Charlotte visibly stiffened and changed the subject. “My name is Maevelyn now.”
Callie glanced at her and smiled as she frowned. “I’m used to calling you Charlotte.”
Then she took the eyebrow pencil from Charlotte’s hand and carefully drew her eyebrows.
“Frequenting nightclubs, I’ve heard a lot of women there talk like this. They often boast about their prospects.” Callie said while taking out an eyebrow brush, brushing it lightly, and then tapping it in her hand. “This eyebrow pencil isn’t very good. I’ll give you a brand I often use next time.”
Charlotte stared at her, trying to figure out what she meant, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing, just wondering if you’ve been to such places to say something like that.”
“Callie, you know I come from a poor background.” Charlotte answered cautiously.
“Oh, that makes sense.” Callie chuckled. “But once you become Mrs. Oconnor, you can’t say things like that. Nelson would be angry.”
Charlotte’s frown deepened. She didn’t expect Callie to say that and looked suspicious. “You, you’re not angry?”
“Angry about what? There’s no going back for me and him. As fellow women, I’m just giving you a heads-up.”
Callie smiled lightly, seemingly relaxed. She even reached out to pull up Charlotte’s slipping shoulder strap.
Charlotte tensed up again and instinctively took a step back as if afraid Callie would see her back.
“Will you be with Jamir then?”
Callie thought seriously for a moment. “Who knows?”
“What about Jaquan?”
At this question, Callie suddenly laughed out loud. “He’s your brother-in-law.”
Charlotte realized her slip-up, nodded in acknowledgment, then packed her things and turned to leave.
“Charlotte.” Callie called after her.
Charlotte turned her head and corrected again, “My name is Maevelyn.”
Callie didn’t deny it but walked over step by step. “You forgot your eyebrow pencil.” She handed it to her, their fingers briefly touching before Callie looked at her deeply and then looked away.
Charlotte quickly left. For some reason, this encounter with Callie made her feel that Callie’s aura was particularly strong and somewhat mysterious, while she herself felt flustered.
After Charlotte left, Callie stood in place, took out a small transparent bag, and placed a short eyebrow hair she had pinched into it before putting it away.
She did all this without any emotion, rather cold-bloodedly.
She had noticed earlier that Charlotte might have had plastic surgery; sometimes her expressions seemed stiff.
What a schemer.