“Nelson, I don’t care that you protect her because of her identity. I understand that Maevelyn’s identity is intertwined with your life and death. But without that identity, you wouldn’t really have feelings for her, would you?”
Callie had thought many times about revealing her true identity to Nelson. She wanted to see his reaction but also feared it because, by now, she didn’t know whom to trust.
There were still red marks on her face as she stubbornly stared at him, making Nelson frown even more.
His silence almost drove Callie mad. No matter how he tormented her during this time, she knew it was rooted in possession, and possession stemmed from love. But now?
“Debt can generate sympathy and love,” Callie said, almost in despair.
“You’re overthinking,” Nelson said, his hand holding the umbrella starting to ache, so he switched hands.
“Can you say you only use her and don’t pity her at all?” she shouted in the rain.
“Callie!” Nelson raised his voice, full of coldness. “And what about you? How do you feel about Jamir, this so-called first love boyfriend? Are you reliving old dreams?”
At his words, Callie immediately pushed him away like an angry little beast and turned to leave.
She walked into the rain, and Nelson quickly followed with the umbrella, grabbing her wrist. “What, did I hit a nerve? Too lazy to argue?”
On Maevelyn’s birthday, he had seen her leaning against Jamir in the venue, looking so relaxed and dependent.
A thorn was lodged in Nelson’s heart, one he couldn’t remove.
Nelson lifted her entire face; she looked helpless. “Nelson, we’re divorced. Don’t be a hypocrite.”
“I think you’re the hypocrite,” Nelson said, increasing his grip. He suddenly threw away the bothersome umbrella and leaned down to kiss her lips, mingling with the cold rain.
The heavy rain quickly drenched them both. Callie pushed against him with all her might, struggling as she whimpered, “Nelson!”
In the secluded alley, they were trapped in the rain, trying to save their fragile love with desire.
It was too cold. Callie was pressed into his arms, kissed messily as his breathing grew heavier. “Callie, I told you, you’re mine.”
She pounded on his firm chest with all her strength until her palms turned red. Gradually, she softened under his kisses, the rain making her seek warmth.
Sensing her weakness, Nelson’s phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
It was his private phone; no one would call unless it was urgent.
Callie pressed his hand down. “Don’t answer.”
They separated slightly. Nelson’s voice was hoarse as he kissed her again. “I won’t.”
The phone rang for 45 seconds before stopping, only to ring again persistently.
After three times, Nelson frowned and finally took out his phone. It was Anthony calling.
He held Callie close and answered the call. “What is it?”
Anthony sounded urgent. “Mr. Oconnor, Miss Ellison attempted suicide.”
Strangely enough, the early autumn rain was accompanied by lightning that illuminated Callie’s pale face.
Nelson’s expression stiffened. “When did this happen?”
“Just an hour ago. She’s being rescued now. Sienna is there.”
His large hand paused at her waist.
Anthony asked, “Mr. Oconnor, aren’t you coming?”
Callie shouted, “He’s not coming.”
With that, she hung up the phone for him.