Her Rebirth of Retribution

A blush unexpectedly crept up on Calista's face. She gritted her teeth and said, "Get up! Otherwise, I'm changing-" Before she could finish her sentence, Kallum had already leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a fervent kiss.

As if he was worried about her finishing her sentence, Kallum's kiss was both urgent and deep.

When he bent down, Calista's face was just below the surface of the water. Her chin was lifted by Kallum, yet her nose was underwater. It created a situation where they were kissing, but the water separated them into two worlds. Unable to breathe, she could only fiercely seize the oxygen Kallum gave her, making the kiss even more intense.

Darn it! Calista took a deep breath, then bit down hard. Initially, she intended to bite Kallum's tongue, but he quickly sensed her intentions and pulled back, leaving her to bite down on his lip instead.

Kallum hissed in pain before pulling himself out of his beguiled state.

Yet, he didn't let go of her so quickly. Unable to contain his feelings, he whispered in a pleading tone, "Can I hold you a bit longer? I feel... awful!"

Feeling something pressing against her, Calista stiffened. She truly couldn't comprehend why she had to endure such an awkward situation.

Her restraint delighted Kallum. Sensibly, he wanted to walk away, but emotionally, he yearned to meld her into his very being especially after she had expressed her intention to leave him during the day. She actually wanted to leave him!

"Callie..." Kallum's body heat was alarmingly high, and Calista felt as if she was being warmed by it. She was skillfully immobilized by Kallum's holding, unable to move at all. Even after holding her for a while, he seemed unsatisfied. His usually clear eyes were once again veiled in a hazy mist. He stared at her lips, and even as a bystander, she could feel the intense struggle within him.

This can't go on any longer! Calista closed her eyes for a moment. "Are you trying to force me to move out tonight?"

Before Kallum could lose his sanity and do something irreversible, Calista struck a nerve, using pain to bring him back to his senses.

Sure enough, when Kallum regained his composure, his eyes dimmed. Calista spotted a hint of grievance in his eyes.

She paused for a moment, her voice mysteriously losing the sharpness it had held before as she said, "I'm... starving..."

This was the part that most frustrated Calista. Over the past three days, she had only managed to eat a couple of bites of pasta this morning.

Kallum was somewhat taken aback. He furrowed his brows in dissatisfaction and said, "Didn't Wyatt feed you?"From NôvelDrama.Org.

"I woke up only because of my fever, and then you had me brought back here." Calista's voice softened.

Kallum suddenly felt at a loss. He quickly stood up. "I'll have someone prepare something for you right away."

As he rose, Calista unintentionally tugged at him. "Your leg is injured. Move slowly."

Once she voiced these words, both of them were momentarily taken aback.

Habits can indeed be a terrifying thing. Over the past year, she had grown accustomed to taking care of him, to the point where she had developed a constant need to keep an eye on him. Kallum found it to be both sweet and bitter.

Before he was on the brink of losing her, Calista was always kind to him. Although he was grateful, it didn't deeply touch him. Now, as he was about to lose her, he realized that even though Calista might have seemed cold in the past, she was, to him, beyond reproach. He slowly rose to his feet. "I'm fine."

Calista silently let out a sigh.

"I'll go out and arrange for some food. You take a bath and clean your wounds. I'll come back later to reapply your medicine."

"All right."

This time, Calista didn't hold back. He had seen and touched everything. There was nothing left to hide. She quickly dried herself off in a fit of resignation, changed into her pajamas, and went out. Kallum had no choice but to close his eyes, struggling to quell his desire.

When he was done bathing, the room was already filled with the tantalizing aroma of food.

Calista had prepared two servings, as Kallum had spent the day with her and hadn't eaten anything. This stirred some emotions in Kallum as he picked up his cutlery. Calista had unknowingly asked for all his favorite dishes.

He was thrilled that Calista had retained this habit, yet he was more concerned that one day, everything she had given him would be taken back. How could he, who had already experienced the best, withstand such a disparity?

If such a day were to truly come, he would undoubtedly do something dreadful. Therefore, it was best if that day never arrived.

After they had a simple meal, Calista

finally began to bandage Kallum's wounds. She did it deliberately, taking her time to finish her food

before tending to his in 196

wanted to give Kallum the impression that she didn't card

whether he was hurt or not However, unbeknownst to her, her expression while eating had inadvertently betrayed her true feelings.

Her gentle breath fell on his leg. Kallum, in a bathrobe, looked down at her. He watched as she diligently and methodically treated his wound Suddenly, he felt a sense of contentment. He would ask for nothing more if things could always be like this. He truly desired nothing more.

The wound is quite deep, yet he had the audacity to run today. He's practically courting death!

Calista was somewhat dissatisfied, her displeasure clearly etched on her face. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly and her eyelashes' drooped, fluttering gently every time she blinked. From Kallum's perspective, the glow of the light made her fair skin appear incredibly luminous.