Nelson looked directly at her. “Did I do anything to you?”
She was taken aback. It seemed he hadn’t done anything, not even physical contact.
“You seem to forget, according to the divorce agreement, Paucaster Villa was allocated to you.” Nelson leaned closer and whispered in her ear.
Suddenly reminded of this, Callie recalled their last meeting before the divorce, which took place at Paucaster Villa. She had found the signed divorce agreement there, along with several additional clauses he had added.
Quite generous.
But Callie never appreciated his generosity. She never came back to live there, nor did she use the money and property he gave her.
Even when the media caught wind of it, Nelson always had a good excuse to clear himself of any responsibility.
Callie snapped back to reality and glared at him fiercely. “What exactly do you want?”
“Stay here.”
Nelson walked past her and sat on the sofa, pulling out a first aid kit from under the table.
Callie turned to look at him and suddenly asked, “Is the wedding still on for the fifteenth?”
His actions didn’t pause. In the dim light, his movements were smooth and natural, making it hard to read his expression.
Callie took a deep breath and repeated her question.
Nelson finally looked up, holding a bottle of iodine. “Help me with the wound.”
Callie frowned and noticed the bandage on his palm was soaked with blood. It looked serious… Wasn’t it already bandaged at the police station?
Seeing her hesitation, Nelson said, “I got this injury saving you. Shouldn’t you take responsibility?”
Emotional blackmail.
Callie angrily stepped forward and unwrapped the bandage. The wound had indeed reopened, blood pooling in his palm.
She paused and instinctively softened her movements while treating it with a cotton swab.
“Jaquan ran away. Do you think Ahmad will let you off easily?”
Nelson remained silent, leaning against the sofa with half-closed eyes, staring at her soft black hair and slightly puffed cheeks, both lively and stubborn.
Callie turned back and met his gaze, feeling as if something had gripped her heart.
“Why are you looking at me?”
Nelson asked, “You were with Jaquan all night.”
“… Sort of. We didn’t part after he kidnapped me.”
“Did anyone suspicious appear during that time?”
The question was strange. Callie thought for a moment. “No.”
“What about suspicious phone calls?”
This question hit the mark. Callie’s brows furrowed as she remembered Charlotte… no, Holly’s call from last night. Just that one call.
She lowered her head. “Why are you asking this?”
“Was there or wasn’t there?” Nelson’s voice was deep.
“… Yes, but I don’t know who it was.” Callie’s expression didn’t change. “He took the call away from me.”
Nelson silently watched her for a moment, then lifted her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look at him. “Look at me when you speak.”
His eyes were deep and unreadable. Callie saw her own reflection in them and nervously pushed his hand away. “I told you I don’t know. You’re crazy.”
For some reason, Callie didn’t want to reveal Charlotte’s identity to Nelson so quickly. Once he knew, what he would do was unpredictable, and she didn’t have the courage to face that unknown.
After rebandaging the wound, Callie stood up. “Mr. Oconnor, can I leave now?”
“Until the fifteenth, you’ll stay here and go nowhere.”
His decisive words left Callie frozen in place. Then she quietly speculated in disbelief, “Nelson, are you afraid I’ll ruin your wedding?”