Chapter 15 Trying to seduce me?
She had already made up her mind, but the thought of facing him made her hesitate.
His violent outburst from yesterday was still fresh in her memory!
Taking a deep breath, she mustered the courage to step into the house.
As she pushed open the door, she was greeted by Mrs. Ford.
With a warm smile, Mrs. Ford asked, "Back from work?"
Callie nodded and glanced inside, only to see someone sitting on the couch, his face hidden from the view.
Mrs. Ford said, "Mr. Robinson is here."
Callie changed her shoes and walked in, forcing a smile as she greeted, "Good evening, Mr. Robinson."
Shane put down the financial magazine he was reading and glanced at her.
His tone was dripping with sarcasm, "Mr. Robinson?"
This woman, refusing to divorce him yet acting so distant?
Was she playing hard to get?
Callie had already apologized once, but she sincerely repeated, "I didn't mean to touch your things. I'm really sorry."
"Do you really think that just saying sorry will make me forgive you?" Shane leaned back lazily, his legs elegantly crossed.
For some reason, seeing this woman humble herself before him brought a strange sense of satisfaction to his heart.
He enjoyed watching her act so cautiously and carefully in front of him.
It was almost fun to see her squirm.
If Callie knew what he was thinking, she would definitely curse him out as a pervert!
But in reality, she was just a pitiful soul, forced to bow her head and beg for survival.
Callie steadied herself and looked at him for two seconds. For the sake of her job, she forced herself to be pleasant.
She took the initiative to pour a glass of water and brought it over, pulling a smile at the corners of her lips. "President Robinson, please don't hold a grudge against me."
Her forced smile was met with Shane's disdain. "Your smile is really ugly."
Callie tried to relax her expression, but facing this man, she simply couldn't.
She bit her lip and tried her best to please him, lowering herself, "I'm sorry."
"If you want to apologize, you should show some sincerity. For example, by leaving voluntarily?" Shane's face remained expressionless, but his words were incredibly harsh.
From his perspective, Callie was an intruder.
She should just leave!
But—
She didn't mean to intrude.
Everyone knew that Shane was unwilling, unwilling to marry her. Did she willingly agree to this marriage?
Who ever understood her, or considered her feelings?
Her eyes, usually so beautiful and clear, were now brimming with tears.
When Shane met her gaze, it felt like something pricked his heart, making it hard to breathe.
For a moment, it felt strangely familiar.
He pretended to remain calm and looked away.
His tone softened slightly, "What, are you trying to act pitiful to gain my sympathy?"
Callie fought back the bitterness, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's not that I don't want to divorce you. I signed an agreement with your grandfather. I can't leave you."
In the past, she would never have shared her personal matters to gain sympathy, but the situation now didn't allow her to be too proud. "My mom was sick. It was your grandfather who helped treat her. I had no choice but to stay by your side. Do you think you're the only one who didn't want this marriage?"
Shane narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in them. "What, you didn't want it either?"
"Of course not. If it weren't to save my mom, I would never have agreed to marry you!" She held back her bitterness. If she weren't forced, she wouldn't be in such a miserable state.
Shane sneered. So, she didn't want to marry him; she was forced into it?
Why did that make him so upset?! Marry me, and you feel wronged?" His voice was almost a growl as he spoke.
"Yes," she answered calmly.
Her response completely infuriated Shane!
Veins bulged on his forehead. Since when did she get a say in this marriage?
Who did she think she was?
What right did she have to refuse!?
A woman with a tainted past, what face did she have to be unwilling!?
To him, it was an outright insult!
"Is marrying me such a torment for you?" His smile was cold and sinister, making him look especially menacing.
Callie didn't understand why he was so angry.
She answered honestly, "Yes."
To her, every minute, every second spent with Shane was pure agony!
Her unwavering response clearly showed her inner rejection.
"Hah." Shane stood up abruptly. "Since it's so tormenting for you, then you can just keep suffering!"
He wasn't in a hurry to divorce her either.
Even if he didn't like her, he would make sure she stayed!
"President Robinson..."
"As long as I'm around, don't even think about your job!" Shane spat out venomously.
In a panic, Callie grabbed the hem of his shirt. "I truly love my job, and I really need it. Please..."
Shane, growing impatient, shoved her away. Callie, too exhausted to resist, collapsed onto the couch. Her shirt rode up, revealing a slender, pale waist that looked as fragile as a willow branch, as if it could break with the slightest pressure.
It stirred a reckless urge to hold and torment her.
His eyes darkened, his voice turning cold to mask a hint of huskiness. "What, trying to seduce me?"
Callie felt weak all over. The fall made the wound on her head throb with pain.
She looked down and saw her shirt pulled up, quickly pulling it down in a panic.
"Even if you stripped naked and stood in front of me, I wouldn't be interested," he said slowly, each word as cold and sharp as a knife.
Cutting deep.
Callie didn't respond.
She knew she couldn't persuade someone as cold and heartless as him.
Shane turned and walked upstairs.
Callie lay weakly on the couch, not wanting to move.
Mrs. Ford, seeing Shane leave, finally dared to approach. "You don't look well. Are you feeling sick?"
Callie shook her head. "No."
"You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Would you like to eat something?" Mrs. Ford asked.
She really had no appetite and couldn't eat anything at the moment.
"I want to sleep," Callie said as Shane went upstairs. She had no idea which room he was heading to, so she simply curled up on the couch. "Can you get me a blanket?"
Seeing how exhausted she was, Mrs. Ford went to fetch a light blanket and gently covered her with it. "Alright, you sleep. I'll keep the food warm for you. You can eat when you wake up."
Callie lifted her heavy eyelids and looked at Mrs. Ford. In this cold, unwelcoming villa, Mrs. Ford was the only person who made her feel warm.
"Thank you, Mrs. Ford," she said in a hoarse voice.
"You're welcome," Mrs. Ford replied with a smile.
Callie slowly closed her eyes as Mrs. Ford turned off the main lights, leaving only two nightlights on.
She slept deeply and didn't wake up even by eleven o'clock. Mrs. Ford had also gone to bed.
In the middle of the night, Shane came downstairs to get some water and saw Callie lying on the couch.
The light blanket had slipped off onto the floor. He walked over and glanced at her, but showed no intention of covering her back up.
However, just as he was about to turn and leave, she suddenly grabbed his robe.
With a strong pull, the belt knot loosened, revealing his well-built, muscular body.
He instantly flew into a rage!
"What do you think you're doing?!" he snapped, his voice sharp and commanding.
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