Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 397

Yelena's captivating performance deeply moved Benedict. “All right, get up now! You shouldn't do this.”

The two of them were fussing and tugging at each other while Calista didn't so much as bat an eyelid.

With a hardened resolve, Yelena pushed away Benedict and slid the coffee cup toward Calista. “Callie, please be magnanimous and overlook my past mistakes this time. I promise to be a better person from now on!”

Calista's gaze fell on the coffee cup. “What difference does it make whether I forgive you or not?”

Yelena quickly pleaded, “Forgive me, just have this cup of coffee...”

Narrowing her eyes, Calista gave the coffee cup a quick glance, and surprisingly, she ended up taking it.

Seeing Calista holding the coffee cup, Yelena secretly clenched her fist. She had added a lot of vinegar to the coffee. If Calista drank it, she would surely get angry! By then, Benedict, seeing Calista's unreasonable behavior, would certainly side with her. At least, that was what Yelena believed.

If Calista refused to drink it, Benedict would realize how inhuman Calista was, that even when she was on her knees, Calista showed no sign of empathy.

As such, Yelena believed she would win regardless of what happened.

Lowering her head, Calista took a sniff and asked with a smile, “What kind of coffee is this?”

“Apple cider latte...” Yelena said timidly. At first glance, she really looked like an innocent woman who had been bullied.

“Apple cider?” Calista chuckled lightly, taking a sip. A sour and astringent taste exploded on her taste buds, causing her to narrow her eyes slightly. Yelena held her breath in anticipation of the impending storm, all the while readying herself for protection!

Upon seeing Calista sipping her coffee, Benedict breathed a sigh of relief. “Aren't you going to get up? Callie has forgiven you!”

Yelena was somewhat baffled because that wasn't what she had envisioned! Why hasn't Calista lost her temper yet?

Thus, she hesitated and finally plucked up the courage to ask, “Callie, is it good? It's my first time making this. I don't have much experience.”

“It tastes quite good.” Calista held the cup up, smiling as she looked at Yelena. “You said you realized your mistakes, that you want to start anew, and you even begged for my forgiveness. I can do that and believe you, but only if you finish this cup of coffee. How does that sound?”

A stiff expression crossed Yelena's face. “This is... You've drunk from this already—”

Calista found that she truly enjoyed teasing Yelena. With a relaxed smile, she asked, “Are you disgusted?”

“No worries,” Calista said good-naturedly as she sat on the couch. She spread her legs and leaned in toward her. “Once you finish that cup, I won't hold it against you.”

Yelena's face showed an expression of shock and terror. If I drink this, will I even survive?

“No... I...” Yelena struggled, but before she could finish her sentence, Calista had already squeezed the cup and made the older woman take another sip!

Yelena was cornered, truly wanting to vomit all over Calista! Yet, it was as if Calista knew what Yelena was planning. Calista used one hand to pour the coffee while her other skillfully held Yelena's chin, forcing the latter to swallow!

One was kneeling, and the other was seated. One was dominant, and the other was forced to endure.

As Calista poured the coffee down Yelena's throat, she chuckled and said, “How delightful. This is the first time I tasted a cup of coffee brewed by you. It doesn't matter if it tastes bad. What's important is the sentiment. I suppose after today, you won't make such a distasteful brew again, right? I'm looking forward to it.”

Calista's starry eyes, glinting coldly, were right in front of Yelena. As Yelena's pupils dilated in shock, Calista grinned cruelly. The scar on her face suddenly seemed much more terrifying, causing Yelena's chest to tighten! She felt as if the Grim Reaper had a grip on her life!

She's a devil! Yelena was greatly shaken, turning to Benedict in a desperate plea for help. However, Benedict was far from pleased with her, knowing she had done something to the coffee earlier. He turned his head away, leaving Calista with an easy opportunity to force Yelena to drink an entire cup of something both sour and bitter. Not a single drop was wasted.

After everything was done, Yelena lay on the carpet, clawing at her own throat as though she wanted to vomit, appearing to be in unbearable discomfort.