Nelson quickened his pace, venting his anger recklessly on horseback. “Don’t strain your voice.”
Callie felt worse than death.
She had nowhere to hold on to, so she clung to his neck to avoid falling off, yet she was reluctant to rely on him, her actions hesitant.
Nelson suddenly braked after accelerating, causing her to fall into his arms due to inertia. Her forehead hit his abs painfully, and her hands instinctively tightened around him.
“You bastard!”
Nelson’s voice was hoarse. “Use another word.”
“Beast!”
“Madman!”
“Pervert!”
Nelson glanced down at her and chuckled. “Yet you’re holding me so tightly.”
Callie immediately wanted to let go, but for the sake of her safety, she clung to his clothes. If she had to die, she would drag him down with her.
“Exciting, isn’t it?” he suddenly asked, slowing down a bit, gazing at her.
Callie’s emotions calmed slightly, and she stubbornly turned her head away.
He pressed on, “Will you dare next time?”
Callie didn’t answer. Seeing him about to speed up again, she spoke up, “Nelson, we’re already divorced. What I do is none of your business.”
Nelson sneered at her words. “Divorce means nothing. Our relationship only ends when I say it does.”
He was utterly unreasonable.
Callie looked up into his dark eyes. “When will you get tired of this?”
Her question reignited Nelson’s barely suppressed anger. He tightened his grip on her waist.
“Depends on my mood,” he said, enunciating each word.
Callie’s chest heaved with laughter. “Do you have to be like this?”
“I have to.”
Nelson replied quickly. He stopped the horse and gently caressed her pale cheek, moving his hand down to her neck and pressing on her carotid artery.
“If you want a peaceful life, don’t upset me.”
Callie finally pushed him away and stumbled off the horse. Her legs were weak from fright, nearly causing her to fall.
Peaceful? From the moment she married him, a peaceful life was out of reach.
“Callie!”
A voice called out. Callie looked up to see Jamir arriving first, his face anxious. Behind him were Regan, Charlotte, and others. It was unclear how long they had been watching; Jaquan was nowhere in sight.
“Are you okay?” Jamir asked, taking her hand and looking her over.
Callie shook her head and instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
“Mr. Oconnor, you’ve gone too far,” Jamir questioned the man dismounting leisurely.
Nelson slowly put away the whip. “Miss Marsh doesn’t know how to ride a horse. I was teaching her. You don’t mind, do you, Jamir?”
Jamir tightened his grip on Callie’s hand, a cold smile in his eyes.
“I trust my girlfriend. I just wonder if Miss Ellison minds.”
This brought Charlotte into the conversation. She was still wearing the high fashion from the show earlier, now looking aggrieved as she stared at Nelson.
He handed the whip to a servant, unconcerned. “You’re smart; you understand me.”
His words were ambiguous yet distant, offering no explanation while explaining everything.
Callie watched Charlotte swallow her grievances and force a smile. “I know, Nelson is kind-hearted.”
Jamir couldn’t help but laugh at that.
Callie discreetly stepped on his foot.
He clicked his tongue.
At that moment, a group of people led by Isaac emerged from the lounge.