Droplets of water falling on her hair woke Callie. She came to her senses and said, “Nelson, you have a fiancee.”
“Yes,” he responded indifferently, not seeing any issue. “I also told you, you are mine for life.”
Callie looked up and saw his Adam’s apple move. She was about to retort when Nelson let go of her and instead took her hand, leading her back to the master bedroom.
“What are you doing?” Callie asked in disbelief.
“Sleeping with me.”
“You’re crazy!”
“I won’t touch you.”
Nelson’s voice was somewhat hoarse, probably from exhaustion. He said, “Sleep with me, Callie, and I won’t check what you just sent.”
That sentence hit Callie’s weak spot, rendering her immobile.
In the end, they lay on their sides, with Nelson holding her from behind without making any inappropriate moves.
Callie could hear his slow breathing. He must have been under a lot of pressure lately; he was truly tired.
Just when she thought Nelson had fallen asleep, he suddenly asked, “Why did you choose white that day?”
Callie’s heart skipped a beat.
“I explained it at the time.”
Nelson’s tone was unclear. “The day Maeve’s plagiarism was exposed, you were also wearing white.”
Just that once, and he could no longer remember anyone else’s white.
“Coincidence.”
Nelson tightened his grip around her waist but didn’t say whether he believed her or not.
A heavy rain fell outside, making the weather particularly cold. Nelson held her even tighter. It took Callie a long time to fall asleep. When she woke up the next day, the man was already gone.
Only the warmth beside her reminded her that last night was not an illusion.
She got out of bed and found a pair of cotton slippers by the bedside that had appeared at some point.
She walked out of the room and looked downstairs from the second floor, seeing a scene below.
A group of people had arrived, seemingly tailors, holding suits for Nelson to try on.
He was still handling business affairs.
The leader looked troubled. “Mr. Oconnor, Miss Ellison specifically instructed that we must see you try on these suits and choose two for the wedding.”
Nelson glanced at them. “No need to try.”
The man was sweating profusely. “But… if you don’t try them on, I’m afraid Miss Ellison will blame us.”
Nelson took a phone call and only spoke after hanging up. “Aren’t you afraid of offending me?”
The man was so anxious he was about to kneel. “I…”
Callie lowered her eyes and walked downstairs in her cotton slippers without a sound. “What’s all the noise?”
The group was stunned to see a woman present but maintained their professionalism without showing surprise.
“It’s just trying on clothes. Let’s get it over with.” Callie walked gracefully towards the calm and composed Nelson.
She took the suit from their hands and raised her hand to help Nelson put it on herself, even scrutinizing it for a moment. “This color is too dark, not very auspicious. Change it.”
She reached out to take it off.
Nelson grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Your fiancee sent the clothes here. Of course, I have to help her get things done.”
Callie curved her lips into a mocking smile and reached out to take off the suit, then replaced it with another one.
“This one is good. It’s well-fitted and can be an option.”
The man in the wedding suit under the sunlight looked tall and noble. Callie commented with great interest from the side, “Try another one.”
“Callie,” Nelson’s temple throbbed.
She looked innocent. “Should I send the clothes back? Miss Ellison would probably love to see them.”
Nelson took off the suit and threw it aside. “Why are you so angry?”