Chapter 10
Even the coldest heart is still human.Everyone was puzzled. How could it be such a coincidence? Both of them had something urgent?
Belinda also sensed something was off. If she had misheard earlier, what about now?
Her eyes darted back and forth between Shane and Callie, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Dr. Norris, what urgent matter do you have?" she asked cautiously.
Callie wanted to blurt out that she was Shane's wife and let him explain everything to Belinda.
But in reality, she didn't dare. She couldn't afford to offend this man.
Having already lost the chance to work at the Second Military District General Hospital, she couldn't risk losing her job here as well.
So, she shrank back like a quail, "My grandpa called me back for something urgent. I couldn't refuse. I didn't expect President Robinson to have something urgent too. What a coincidence, haha—"
She forced out a laugh.
She hoped to muddle through, but Shane had to stir the pot. "Coincidentally, my grandpa called me too. Where does your grandpa live? I can give you a ride."
The smile on Callie's face was barely holding up. If it weren't for her strong self-control, she would have smashed the teacup on the table right into his smug face!
"President Robinson, you must be joking. How could we possibly be heading the same way? I need to go now. Please, make yourself comfortable, President Robinson." With that, she hurriedly left, almost as if she was escaping.
Belinda felt a bit uneasy as she glanced subtly at Shane. "Do you know Dr. Norris?"
Shane's expression remained indifferent, as if the words just spoken hadn't come from him. "No, I don't."
With that, he stood up.
Belinda felt a sense of relief. She had deliberately invited Shane today, hoping to show off in front of everyone at the hospital.
Who knew it would turn out like this?
But at least Shane showed up, so everyone should be clear about their relationship.
"I'll walk you out," Belinda quickly followed, worried that Shane might run into Callie outside.
After all, it was Callie that night.
As they exited the hotel, Shane glanced around at the entrance. Callie was nowhere to be seen.
Callie couldn't wait to get away from Shane, so there was no way she would be waiting for him here.
She had already taken a cab and left.
Henry opened the car door. "President Robinson."
Shane glanced at Belinda and said, "you go back." Then he got into the car and left.
Belinda watched the car drive away.
She felt a pang of regret in her heart.
If she had known, she would have asked for marriage directly back then.
By now, she would have been Mrs. Robinson.
When would she ever win Shane's heart?
When would Shane see her worth and fall in love with her?
At the Robinson Family's old mansion.
Callie had arrived first.
Old Master Robinson, who was over eighty, had a face deeply etched with the lines of time, giving him a wise and steady appearance.
He seemed to be in good spirits. His eyes, though not as bright as in his youth, still held a kind and caring light as he asked, "Are you getting used to life here?"
Callie nodded. "Yes, I'm getting used to it."
It was her father's idea to marry her off to Shane. Everyone knew that Old Master Robinson's favorite grandson was Shane.
Knowing full well that Shane didn't like her, she thought Old Master Robinson, given his affection for Shane, would refuse the proposal.
Even if there were some obligations, he could have offered other benefits to persuade her father.
However, not only did he agree, but he also used his connections to get their marriage certificate processed while Shane was away.
Moving her into Shane's villa was also his doing.
To this day, Callie Norris couldn't understand why Old Master Robinson did it.
"Shane hasn't been giving you a hard time, has he?" the Old Man asked kindly.
Callie wanted to say that Shane was nothing short of a monster.
But she knew deep down that although Old Master Robinson treated her well, Shane was his true grandson.
"No..."
Just as the words left her mouth, Shane walked in.
As soon as he walked in, Old Master Robinson began to scold, "You and Callie are married now. Why aren't you together at this hour? Callie has been here for a while, and you just arrived?"
Shane glanced at Callie but didn't respond.
Old Master Robinson, fully aware of Shane's dissatisfaction with the marriage, said this more for Callie's sake than his grandson's.
"Tonight, you both will stay at the old house. Imani, take Callie to Shane's room."
Butler Imani respectfully replied, "Yes, sir."
He then gestured politely to Callie, "Young Madam, please follow me."
Callie cautiously stole a glance at Shane. His expression was cold, and he didn't look at her. She quickly averted her eyes and followed the butler out of the room.
Now, only the grandfather and grandson were left.
Old Master Robinson spoke earnestly, his aged voice tinged with a hint of helplessness, "I know you have grievances and resentment, but it's been so long. You need to let it go."
It seemed that recalling the past made the Old Man's eyes grow even dimmer.
Shane sat casually in his chair, his lips pressed tightly together in silence. His expression was unreadable that no one could guess what he was thinking.
The old man sighed. "The matter of you marrying Callie was my decision. Don't blame me for being presumptuous. I'm doing this for your own good. You're not young anymore; it's time to settle down. Even though Callie's father used favors to pressure us, which was rather underhanded, Callie is a good girl."
Shane raised an eyebrow, his coldness evident. A good girl? One who would cheat on him?
But he didn't voice these thoughts to Old Master Robinson. He was determined to divorce that woman.
Old Master Robinson looked at him and sighed again in his heart.
In the Robinson Family, Shane would only listen to him. Otherwise, Shane wouldn't even step foot into this house.
Since his parents passed away, Shane had mostly been this silent and was even more reluctant to come home.
Old Master Robinson didn't want to push him too hard. He waved his hand weakly. "It's getting late. You should go rest."
Shane stood up.
Butler Imani returned just in time. "Young Master."
Shane Robinson gave a faint acknowledgment and then walked out of the room.
Butler Imani approached Old Master Robinson and whispered, "Will this really work?"
Old Master Robinson replied, "No matter how cold-hearted he is, he's still human. Can he really be devoid of all emotions and desires? Faced with a beautiful woman, can he truly have no thoughts or impulses that any man would have?"
Butler Imani still looked worried. "You know Young Master's temper. He'll definitely realize that you deliberately arranged for him and the Young Mistress to stay together."
"How can feelings develop if they don't interact? Outside, I can't control him, but in the old house, he still listens to me." The old man's voice was low, filled with guilt towards Shane.
With a meaningful tone, he added, "I don't have many days left. He needs someone by his side to take care of him."
"Young Master will surely understand your good intentions," Butler Imani said, supporting the Old Man back to his room.
In another room.
Callie had been led by Butler Imani to Shane's room..
As she was about to leave, she was told, "This is the Young Master's room. He has lived here since he was a child, though it was renovated once."
The decor here was different from the rest of the villa. This room had a more somber tone, with black and gray as the main colors. There was no warmth, only a cold, stark atmosphere.
Her eyes inadvertently fell on a shelf, where a delicate box caught her attention. It looked like something a girl would like, completely out of place in this otherwise cold room.
Just as she was about to take a closer look.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
A cold, sharp voice came from behind her.
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