Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 114

He fixed his gaze on Calista intently, his Adam's apple bobbing noticeably. His heart was a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions, swirling with joy and anguish, yet he found himself utterly incapable of articulating this complex surge of feelings.

He was struggling internally, yet unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence.

As she approached the bed, Kallum wrestled with his inner turmoil, swallowing down the sweetness and bitterness alike, forcing himself to adopt an expression of disdain. He was on the verge of speaking, but Calista preempted him.

Looking down at him, her eyes were scrutinizing yet detached, resembling a divine being passing judgment on a wayward soul pleading for redemption.

“So, what about you?” Her voice, cool and collected, cut through the tension.

Her lips, an intense shade of vibrant red, stood out starkly against her disheveled appearance, adding to her imposing aura. Despite the chaos of her look, her beauty was almost confrontationally intense. Her piercing gaze seemed to delve deep into the recesses of his heart.

Daringly, she reached out and lifted Kallum's chin with a flippant and audaciously defiant gesture.

The moment her icy fingertips made contact with Kallum's skin, a shiver coursed through his body. He raised his head to meet her gaze, which had shifted unexpectedly into a bewitching smile.

“Once you've touched my body, you belong to me. Are you planning to run away?”

All attempts at speech abandoned him. His body trembled with a mix of apprehension and allure, his soul irresistibly drawn into the depths of her captivating gaze.

Kallum was hopelessly ensnared.

I don't want to flee. Instead, I want to dive into madness with her, to indulge in the most profound earthly delights. I...

“You once told me, you liked me,” Calista whispered in a husky tone.

It was as if the crisis she had just faced seemed transient, a mere flash in the pan. As she reigned in her laughter, a hint of bitterness unexpectedly lingered at the corners of her mouth.

Her fingers transitioned from a gentle poke to a firm pinch, yet even at this moment, she seemed reluctant to release him.

Was it because he was the man she could never truly possess, in this lifetime or any other?

“Tell me, do you still have feelings for me?” Calista asked once more.

Her tone was imbued with an unprecedented level of gravity.

I do like you!

Kallum was completely taken by the woman before him. She was an intoxicating blend of contrasts—cold yet fiery, gentle yet incisive. Her very presence was enough to drive anyone to the brink of madness. How could one not harbor feelings for her?

Should he choose to disclose everything, given Calista's devoted nature, she would undoubtedly remain by his side until the bitter end. However, the unpredictability of the situation weighed heavily on him.

In Lostaria, the virus had shown its ruthless efficiency when several infected soldiers inadvertently transmitted the K Virus to seven caregivers in just one day, leading to their immediate execution by the local authorities. Kallum had barely escaped such a fate, managing to return to his homeland just in time to avoid detection.

Subsequently, he secluded himself at home, haunted by the fear of harming others, particularly Calista.

As Kallum pushed Calista away, Mirabelle's heart swelled with concealed pleasure. She believed the allure Calista had just shown would have ensnared any other man. Kallum's rejection was therefore a clear indication to her that, regardless of Calista's transformations, he remained unmoved by her charms.

With a veneer of sympathy, Mirabelle approached Calista, her voice laced with feigned remorse. “Callie! I'm so sorry, truly sorry! Please don't be angry with Kal; this is all my fault!”

Her insinuations painted the picture that Kallum's rejection of Calista was motivated by his regard for Mirabelle, adding an additional sting to the encounter.

At that moment, Calista felt her temperature rising, her mind swirling with dizziness. She had summoned every ounce of her strength to confront Kallum for answers, but now, utterly drained, she found herself powerless to rise from where she had fallen.

Moreover, Kallum stood by, merely observing. Calista made a silent vow. I'll remember this!

With a swift movement, she shrugged off Mirabelle's hand, her disgust palpable.