Elspeth saw a hint of slyness in Callum’s gaze.
Callum still had the same appearance, but the coldness and dignity in his soul had vanished. The Callum before her was a big ferocious wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing.
“Can we sleep separately, Callum? I’m not quite ready yet.”
Not so much prepared as not prepared at all.
Callum’s eyelids did not flutter. A smile gradually crept to his lips as he noticed a flash of dread on Elspeth’s face.
“It’s fine. Everyone has their first time.”
How dirty-minded!
Elspeth shivered as she cuddled up on the bed.
Kneeling beside her, Callum put his hand beside her to take away the quilt.
The next thing Elspeth knew, Callum, who was usually dignified, was lying on the sofa in a suit, leaving the bed for her alone.
“Let’s sleep.”
Elspeth was unable to react in time. She expected Callum to impose himself on her.
“Callum, you’re the epitome of a gentleman.”
Elspeth’s eyes were welling up with tears. The impression he left on her became even more positive.
He calmly closed his eyes and said, “I’m not. I’ll come back to bed immediately if you say anything else.”
“Don’t! I’ll sleep now.”
Elspeth was terrified and hastily closed her eyes.
Elspeth couldn’t sleep after some time. And the consistent breathing sound by her side surprised her.
In a setting like this, he could sleep.
“Callum,” she called out quietly. The sound of breathing faded quickly, followed by Callum’s somewhat scratchy voice.
“What is it? Did you have a nightmare?”
“No, I can’t sleep.”
Callum was a square. “Keep trying. Count sheep or something. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy tomorrow.”
“I tried, yet I can’t sleep. I’m not sure why.”
In fact, Elspeth knew the reason best. It was most likely because Callum was in the same room with her, and she felt nervous.
She didn’t want to say anything for fear of making him upset.
“What should we do now?”
Elspeth pondered for a long time before coming up with a suggestion. “How about you tell me a story?”
Callum shook his head. “I’m not very good at telling stories.”
“When I was a kid and couldn’t sleep, my dad would tell me stories to soothe me to sleep.”
Elspeth felt nostalgic as she recalled her childhood.
“Fine.” Callum scowled and added, “There is a construction schedule for Damoria this year. The implementation is expected to begin on August 30th. To ensure that no one is injured—”
“Stop! Callum, I’m looking for a story, not a piece of news!”
Elspeth felt conflicted as she gazed at the dark figure not far away.
How can a man be so unromantic?
After speaking, she sat at the table and took up the shrimp taco to bite into it. “Mmm! Nice! It tastes fantastic. You try some.”
Callum’s brow furrowed. “I had a cup of coffee outside. I’m not hungry yet. Tacos are not my favorite. You can have them all.”
Elspeth nodded. The itching all over her body caused her to drop her food and scratch before she could start the second portion.
“What’s wrong?”
Callum lowered his gaze to the crimson marks on her arms. He then grimaced. “Do you have a seafood allergy?”
Elspeth’s bangs were drenched in sweat. “Yes… I’m allergic to seafood. However, it is not serious. I should be fine after a while.”
It stings. So itchy…
Elspeth was short of breath and felt prickly and unpleasant.
“Stop being stubborn. You should have told me that you have a seafood allergy!” Callum quickly dialed 911 and sent Elspeth downstairs to meet the ambulance.
Elspeth huddled in his arms while mumbling, “I’m fine. Not to mention that you bought them for me, so I have to finish them.”
“Don’t be silly! What if you die?”
Callum’s tone suddenly became cold.
“If I die, find a beautiful girl to marry and have a child named Elle Winthrop,” Elspeth added with a smile.
She then sighed, “It has a nice ring to it.”
Callum was enraged, and his stare was frigid as he heard her joke. “If you die, Elspeth, I shall smash you to ashes.”
“Yeah. Take my ashes and… What are you talking about? Are you going to smash me, huh?”
This isn’t what you’d expect to see in a novel. Why do you never play by the rules, Callum?
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