Chapter 67
Calliope's voice carried a hint of stubbornness mixed with grievance, while the other end of the phone was silent. The night was enchanting, pedestrians hurried by, unaware that in an inconspicuous corner, a heart was trembling in pain.
"Where are you right now?" Sylvester's voice cut through, deep and serious.
Calliope obediently replied, "Outside the Brew Haven Café."
Before she could finish, the call was already disconnected, leaving only the monotonous busy tone. She stared blankly at the phone screen showing the call had ended, sighed softly, and slowly squatted down, hugging herself, her eyes vacant as she gazed at the bustling street.
Her mind was in turmoil, replaying the recent scene over and over. Ever since they were kids, David had never been so harsh with her.
She secretly vowed that from now on, no matter how Lily bullied David, she would no longer intervene. At this moment, she felt utterly pitiful, as if standing at a crossroads in life, lost and directionless, because David had always been her beacon, and now, she was confused.
Unbeknownst to her, a black Maybach had steadily stopped in front of her, and the car door opened, revealing a tall figure stepping out. From the moment the Maybach appeared, the eyes of passersby were filled with curiosity and astonishment. Such a luxury car worthed at least 2 million dollars, making people speculate about the owner's background.
"Are you fall asleep?" A magnetic yet arrogant voice suddenly sounded above her, interrupting Calliope's chaotic thoughts. She looked up, squinting slightly at the dazzling light.
It was Sylvester.
Sylvester stood in front of Calliope, dressed in a casual jacket, his handsome features appearing even more profound under the neon lights. However, the words from his sexy thin lips still made one want to retort.
Today, Calliope was not in the mood to argue with him. She responded faintly, "No."
"Then get up!" Sylvester's tone was unfriendly, as always difficult to approach.
She was unusually obedient, not uttering a single word of rebuttal, and stood up as told, her face hiding complex emotions, with faint traces of tears on her cheeks.
As Calliope straightened up, she looked even more pitiful under the neon lights, the dried tear marks clearly visible. Sylvester's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his long fingers naturally lifted her chin, scrutinizing her face, and asked, "You cried?"
"No!" She stubbornly turned her head, denying it, refusing to appear vulnerable in front of Sylvester.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Calliope looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man on a motorcycle accidentally scrape Sylvester's Maybach.
Now, this was trouble.
The crowd quickly gathered, knowing that the repair cost for a Maybach was no small amount, and the man probably couldn't afford it!
The man was clearly stunned, immediately getting off the motorcycle after the scrape, standing there dumbfounded, at a loss.
Sylvester glanced over, his face instantly darkening, and cursed under his breath, "Damn it! Look at the place you picked!"
"Me?" Calliope pointed at herself in surprise. How could this be her fault? This was a bustling commercial area, with people coming and going; such things were inevitable!
Seeing Sylvester walking towards the man, she instinctively wanted to stop him, fearing he would lose his temper again, like last time.
Sylvester inspected the vehicle and found not only a scratch but also damage to the headlight.
The man looked at Sylvester in terror, knowing that his monthly salary wouldn't be enough to cover the repair costs for such a luxury car. This was a nightmare!
As expected, Sylvester looked displeased and yelled at the man, "What are you looking at? Can you afford to pay for this?"
The onlookers, including Calliope, braced themselves. Here it came, Sylvester was about to lose his temper again.
"I can't afford it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," The man kept apologizing, sweating profusely, never imagining he would hit such an expensive car. What should he do?
To everyone's surprise, Sylvester said, "Then why aren't you running?"
The middle-aged man was stunned, not moving for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Run?
Calliope was also stunned. What did he say?
Sylvester impatiently waved his hand. "Get lost!" Then he opened the driver's door, slammed it shut, and coldly said to Calliope, "Get in!"
"Okay!" Calliope opened the passenger door and got in. The car quickly sped away from the crowded street.
Everything ended so inexplicably.
In the car, Calliope looked at the icy-faced CEO beside her, a smile involuntarily forming on her lips. The scene just now was quite amusing. Sometimes, he wasn't so bad after all.
"Why did you let him go? It was clearly his fault," Calliope asked, purely curious about why he was different today.
Sylvester sneered. "I need to correct the impression you have of me."
Hearing this, she laughed again. Sometimes, he was indeed quite cute.
"Tonight, your image in my mind changed a lot."
His bad temper was his flaw, but his generosity and not sweating the small stuff were his strengths. But often, it seemed he deliberately lost his temper, especially towards certain people.
Thinking of the strange events at the Moore manor, she began to take an interest in Sylvester, wanting to know what he had gone through to become who he was now.
Jenny had mentioned that certain events a few years ago had changed him. What were they?
"Do you think you're fit to be someone's husband?" As soon as she asked, Calliope wanted to slap herself. Somehow, the question just slipped out.
Sylvester glanced at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I already am someone's husband."
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