She heard Charlotte ask, “We have an appointment to look at wedding dresses this afternoon, Nelson, will you come with me?”
“Wedding dresses are only meaningful when seen at the wedding,” Nelson replied indifferently.
His words stifled Charlotte’s request. She paused but maintained her cheerful tone, “Then I’ll try them on and send you some detailed pictures, keeping the rest a surprise.”
Nelson nodded without agreeing or disagreeing.
He asked, “How is everything at home? Is there anything that needs support?”
In an intimate relationship, getting involved in each other’s family affairs is considered a deep level of closeness.
Callie remembered when Reuben was still around, Nelson used to visit with her, personally cooking meals, showing genuine care.
Only at times like these did Callie feel the pain of him becoming someone else’s man.
“Everything is fine. Regan is managing the business, so my father doesn’t have to worry too much. My mother is always taking care of him. Oh, and Marilyn is undergoing psychological treatment.”
It seemed like everything was on track.
Callie packed up the documents and found a note at the bottom. It read that all news about Jaquan had been completely blocked and would not affect the wedding on the fifteenth.
Charlotte waited until Nelson finished his work and left Oconnor Group with him, heading directly to the Ellison family to visit the elders.
Newlyweds in love should be like this.
The Ellison family had signal jammers, making it impossible for Callie to hear anything clearly if she tried.
She simply turned off her computer and lay down to sleep.
She was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door and Nancy’s voice calling, “Madam, Madam.”
Callie squinted her eyes and opened the door in confusion, surprised to see Nancy, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time. “You…?”
Nancy was holding a bowl of steaming red date and longan soup. She smiled and said, “Sir said you were back and asked me to return to Paucaster Villa to take care of you.”
Callie was surprised and thought Nancy might have misunderstood. “I’m only staying for a few days.”
Still, it was mandatory.
Nancy didn’t mind. “No matter how many days, it’s good that you’re back.”
In the downstairs hall, Callie sat at the dining table, sipping the warm soup. The familiar taste was indeed a bit nostalgic.
As Nancy worked, she said, “Madam, Sir was worried you wouldn’t like the cook’s food, so he brought me back. He is very considerate.”
While saying this, she observed Callie’s expression.
Callie remained calm and reminded her, “Nancy, we are already divorced. It’s not appropriate for you to call me Madam anymore.”
Nancy realized her mistake. “Look at my careless mouth. I’ve called you that for so long; it’s hard to change.”
“It’s okay.”
At that moment, a black car pulled up outside; Nelson had returned.
The spoon in Callie’s hand clinked against the bowl.
Nelson entered with an air of coldness wrapped around him. He glanced in Callie’s direction; she was even more silent than yesterday.
Nancy stepped forward to take his coat. “Sir.”
“Why are you throwing a tantrum?” He walked up and lifted Callie’s chin unceremoniously as if teasing a small dog.
He hadn’t stayed at the Ellison family home, which surprised Callie. She brushed his hand away and said leisurely, “Mr. Oconnor seems very free. Is your beloved wife bored with you and unwilling to stay by your side?”
Nelson didn’t want to hear any of her words.
Nancy brought him a similar meal. He ate with his usual elegance, a sight pleasing to the eye.