Chapter 293: Answering Reporters' Questions

Callie stepped back, avoiding his gaze, and rolled onto the inner side of the bed. Nelson didn't stop her; he instinctively protected her injured area. With her back to him, Callie murmured softly, "I want to sleep." Nelson left the bedroom, giving her some space. He sat on the leather sofa, smoking. The nicotine calmed him but also brought a tinge of sour emotion. This feeling was something he hadn't experienced in years. Over the years, he had climbed to the top step by step, using every trick in the book, fighting with others, ruthless and cold-hearted. Even though he received praise from thousands and had more wealth than he could spend in eight lifetimes, he never felt a shred of happiness. His heart always felt empty, without a place to belong. Now, it seemed different. Callie's foot was injured, so she couldn't go out. Nelson personally drove her to the villa they had stayed in last time. The peach saplings planted after the New Year showed signs of survival, likely tha