Rekindling Her Affection (Sabrina and Nelson)

Nelson's sarcastic tone left Sabrina at a loss for words.

"You're not interrupting anything, Nelson. Sabrina might feel embarrassed if you say that. I haven't won her over yet," Gerald told Nelson.

Hearing that, Nelson said, "Oh? Is my dear—"

Sabrina, who was pouring water, accidentally knocked over the cup and looked at him nervously.

Puzzled, Gerald looked at Nelson. "What?"

Nelson let out a chuckle. "Is my dear sister that hard to win over?"

Gerald scratched his head. "Sabrina is a wonderful lady. I want her to get to know me better, and if possible, I want to marry her."

Nelson let out another "Oh?" and then looked at Sabrina with a half-smile. "Do I need to change into slippers?"

He scanned Sabrina's apartment. It was a spacious, stylishly designed space with an open layout connecting the kitchen, study, and living room, all in a sleek white color scheme.

Her taste was impeccable.

Hearing her say it wasn't necessary, Nelson placed the dinner he'd brought on the kitchen island that doubled as a dining table.

"Weren't you saying you were hungry just now? Have some of these first." Gerald was genuinely attentive. He opened the boxes of food for Sabrina.

However, he frowned upon seeing what was inside.

Nelson, sitting at the island, asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you know she likes spicy food?"

His mother said Sabrina loved spicy food.

"But she injured her hand. She needs to avoid spicy foods," Gerald explained.

Nelson fell silent at his words.

Standing on the other side of the island, Sabrina looked at the ground silently, avoiding his gaze.

Gerald checked his phone. "The food delivery will be here in five minutes. I'll go wait by the elevator to save time." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Sabrina tried to stop Gerald. "I'm not that hungry."

"It's okay. You wait here."

As soon as Gerald left, Sabrina turned her back to Nelson and asked, "Coffee or tea?"

Raising an eyebrow, Nelson stood up and moved behind her. He pressed his body against her back. "Are you so unhappy to see me?"

Sabrina tensed up, and she instinctively tried to break free from his embrace.

"Are you… scared?"

"Am I scared, or are you being crazy?" Sabrina retorted, angered by his wandering hands.

"You lowered your voice so Gerald wouldn't hear, didn't you?"

Sabrina was indeed afraid Gerald would hear. She didn't want to hurt him this way.

"On the phone, you said you owed me, and I can do anything to you. Now you react like this when I hold you? You didn't mean what you said." He nuzzled her neck.

"Nelson, this is different. Let me go."

"Why should I? You were upset when I ignored you back then, and now you don't like my attention?" he said teasingly.

His words sounded genuine, but Sabrina felt like she was just a new toy to him—something he didn't particularly care for but didn't want anyone else to touch either.

Sabrina was more nervous about Gerald witnessing this than about Nelson's behavior.

She felt ashamed and didn't want anyone to see her in such a vulnerable state.

Feeling unable to confront him directly, she softened her voice. "I do like your attention. Can you please let me go?"

Nelson chuckled and pinched her slender waist. "Since you like my attention, can you handle me letting go?"

Sabrina gasped, feeling like he was doing this on purpose.

As she heard the elevator ding outside, her heart skipped a beat. She almost begged him to let her go, but Nelson only tightened his hold.

Trembling all over, Sabrina asked, "What do you want?"

"Call me hubby, and I'll let you go."