Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 130

Right then, Kallum took the pen from her.

“You don't know how? Let me teach you then!”

Kallum laughed arrogantly as if there was nothing in the world that could ever stump him.

Calista remained defiant. “All right then. Teach me.”

She handed him the textbook, her disbelief evident. She was sure that Kallum hadn't practiced such things for years. If her memory, which was excellent, had failed her, then there was no way he could remember.

To her surprise, he really did remember.

Pointing at the problem, Kallum slowly said, “You've calculated this coordinate's value incorrectly. I recall that this...”

He explained each point with composure, clearly breaking down the problem at hand, and wrote out every key learning point encompassed by the problem. His handwriting was pleasing to the eye, whether it was letters or numbers, each stroke exuded a bold elegance. It was just like his personality—conspicuous yet impossible to dislike.

At first, Calista couldn't deny her confusion, but gradually, she found herself getting lost in the discourse. During that day's lecture, it felt as if she was listening to gibberish. However, Kallum patiently guided her, breaking down the complex concepts, and allowing her to gradually grasp the essence of the lesson.

There was no denying it, Kallum was indeed quite clever.

In truth, he was far more than just intelligent.

In her early years under her stepmother's care, Calista always kept a low profile. Consistently being at the top of her class wasn't something she would ordinarily strive for. However, ever since the time Mrs. Fairchild mentioned that Kallum always ranked first, the idea took root in her mind. It seemed as if, by doing so, she could be a little closer to him.

After all those years, ranking first seemed to have become an obsession of hers.

“Are you zoning out?” Kallum frowned, his violet eyes filled with displeasure as they bored into Calista's. That was the first time he had ever been so patient in explaining something to someone.

Regaining her composure, Calista gave him an inscrutable glance, firmly stating, “No.”

“How do you solve this problem then?”

His question was only greeted with silence.

“I just explained three solutions to this problem. Surely you didn't miss all of them?” Kallum raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

With a snap, Calista closed the book, her face stern as she declared, “I've got it already!”

“Is that so?” A hint of amusement danced in Kallum's eyes. “How about I give you a similar question to test what you've learned?”

Calista looked at Kallum's somewhat smug expression, which triggered a sudden annoyance.

Calista subtly curled her lips, “Well, aren't you going to undress? Or do you need me to do it for you? It's not like I haven't seen it all before. There's nothing new.”

Her provocative words made Kallum's ears turn red. He narrowed his eyes and huffed, saying, “So, that means you're quite pleased with my physique. Otherwise, you wouldn't remember it so vividly.”

That night from months ago remained fresh in their memories. They couldn't recall their feelings at that time, but every time they thought about it, a subtle wave of emotions would surprisingly spread.

Calista didn't bother wasting words with him. She stood by the bed, arms crossed over her chest, watching him. “Do you really want me to get involved?”

“No! I'll do it myself!”

Kallum glanced at her, unable to utter the words to ask her to look away. Yet, under her gaze, his body involuntarily tensed up. Her eyes were cold, but when they landed on him, they could scorch his entire body. It was no exaggeration to say that if she looked at him a few more times, he would get aroused.

Luckily, his lower body was covered by the blanket and he would be getting the treatment with his back facing upward.

His slender fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt. At which button will Calista finally turn her head?

Meanwhile, Calista kept her arms crossed over her chest while watching him. There was a look in her eyes that perhaps even she didn't fully understand.

The autumn breeze, carrying a hint of peony fragrance, swept in. Warm sunlight bathed over Kallum as if cloaking him in a halo. His slender fingers skillfully undid each button. His movements were unhurried, exuding natural elegance.