Chapter 561: Winning the Bet

Nelson was awakened by a faint, elusive fragrance. As he woke up, the soreness finally disappeared, and he found himself drenched in sweat. He rubbed his forehead and sat up, noticing a few white water lilies placed by the bedside. There were sounds coming from the small kitchen in the room. He looked over and saw Callie standing there, seemingly making soup, without turning around. Nelson smiled slightly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment. He quietly got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out again, Callie was gone. Nelson thought he might have been hallucinating, just dreaming. But the soup she made was real, sitting on the table. Callie hadn't left anything behind. Nelson instinctively looked towards the bay window; there were no signs of it being touched. With one hand, he dried his hair with a towel, sat at the dining table, and served himself a bowl of soup, moving slowly as he drank. Her cooking was good, but it had been a long time since