Chapter 1289: Seeing the Medical Report

Because of the kiss, his lips were flushed with a vivid color, seductive and bewitching. His voice was hoarse. "You hit me today." Callie grew anxious. "You told me to hit you." He had even asked for two more slaps. He curved his lips, and the hand resting beneath her neck tensed, veins bulging, filled with desire and possession. Callie suddenly recalled how things used to be in bed. He always preferred this posture, his possessiveness intense, his actions charged with passion but never heavy-handed. She had once suspected he harbored a peculiar preference. The last time, in the lounge of his office, he had been entirely different—gentle and slow, as if afraid of hurting her. And now, had he slipped back into his old ways? "It hurts..." Callie lowered her voice, soft and alluring. It was as though her words awakened Nelson. He quickly got up, the weight of his body lifting from hers. Callie could finally catch her breath. "Beast." She flexed her wrist, her