Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 451 In Disbelief
After she finished speaking, she stormed off with the indignant Marsha. This foolish woman actually dared to harbor ill intentions
toward Kallum. I'm going to teach her a lesson!
The sound of the door being locked echoed, leaving behind a silence in the room so profound that it was as if life itself had
ceased to exist.
Although she eventually showed up, the mere thought of her reluctance to come until this moment, or perhaps only being
persuaded by Yulissa's relentless insistence, left Kallum feeling suffocated.
He thought she didn't care about him at all, not in the slightest.
Ironically, his body betrayed him. From the moment he heard Calista's detached voice, his body felt as though it was being
tortured, as if a fire was spreading throughout his entire being. He sat up, lips pressed together, and legs arched. At that
moment, he didn't want Calista to notice anything amiss with his physical state.
The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Calista had been standing all this while and only moved after a quarter of
an hour. During this time, neither of them spoke. It was the first time things had been so tense between them.
"Don't come any closer!"
Just as Calista wanted to draw closer, Kallum suddenly stopped her. Calista paused and furrowed her brows in confusion.
Kallum, however, had his eyes closed, resting his chin on his knees as he caught
his breath. "If you're not willing, don't come over!"
Kallum had come to a realization. There's no point in insisting if Calista is unwilling. Even if I managed to win her over, what
then? If she wants to leave, she'll still leave.

She was rational, independent, and had a clear sense of self-judgment. If he couldn't win her heart, it was utterly pointless.
And so, at that moment, he found himself rather ridiculous. It was a feeling that was both humiliating and degrading, yet when
combined, it was simply laughable.

The most amusing part was that he harbored hopes deep within his heart. He hoped that the reason she sought him out in the
end was that she was ready. He was utterly helpless against her allure, her scent seeping into his being like a lethal poison. His
body craved her intensely, yet his rationality forced him to resist for certain reasons. It was as if he was engaged in a futile
struggle.
A thousand thoughts whirled through his mind. Despite his eyes being closed, his ears remained attuned to the sound of her
footsteps.
Just as expected, she indeed stopped moving! Kallum's face turned deathly pale.
In this stifling silence, Kallum was on the verge of confronting her. If she wasn't ready, why did she come, giving me hope only to
let me down? Does she find amusement in my emotional roller coaster all because of her?
Had he not been drugged, had he not been bound, Kallum would have certainly stormed out to clear his mind. Only a madman
would have done such a ridiculous thing as he did that night. It was nothing short of self-humiliation.
Just when he was on the verge of suffocation from despair, Calista took another step.
At that moment, Kallum almost opened his eyes in surprise and joy. However, upon seeing her, he gritted his teeth and
stubbornly reiterated his point again.
"I've warned you! If you're not ready, don't come over!" he said.
as father stern, and his
His tone was
eyes were reddened from restraint. He glared at her intensely, like a cornered beast, his eyes filled with a profound longing and

repression for flesh and blood. His body was visibly tense, as if he was ready to pounce at any moment.
Finally, Calista let out a long, deep sigh.
She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Her gaze held a complexity he had never seen before. In the end, all that
complexity turned into determination. She squinted slightly and suddenly asked with a smile, "Do you want me to leave?"
Her words felt like a slap in the face. He didn't understand why she would possibly think he wanted her to leave when he was in
such a state. Kallum opened his mouth to speak, but no word came out. His face turned crimson with anger, but even then, he

couldn't bring himself to rebuke her. He simply couldn't do so.
Suddenly, Calista reached out, unfastening the button of her suit jacket.
Kallum's gaze hardened. His eyes bore into her like a menacing wolf. They were barely half a meter apart, close enough for him
to distinctly catch the cool, intoxicating fragrance wafting from her. Every whiff was dangerously captivating.
He suddenly turned his head away, his body rigid as he asked, "Do you even know what you're doing?"
Calista casually tossed her suit aside and nonchalantly ran her fingers through her hair.
"Don't you dare to look anymore?" she asked.
That's impossible! Kallum turned his head to glare at her, his forehead glistening with sweat. A few strands of short hair clung to
his forehead. At that moment, his purple eyes were unfathomably deep.
He had practically etched every
detail of her appearance into his mind with an insatiable desire, especially when he saw her half-smile. The potency of the
medicinal effects within him and his own impulses was on the verge of consuming his sanity.
"Are you truly willing?" His voice suddenly dropped to a low rasp, a faint tremble discernible upon careful listening.
Even though his body was screaming out for her, he still wanted to respect her wishes. The first time, they had fumbled through
it, lost in confusion. But for the second time, he hoped it would be a sweet memory filled with mutual love. Calista glanced at his
bound hands and feet, a hint of amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Come on. Mr. Sutton also mentioned that a healthy sex life
would be beneficial for my mental state. Apart from you, do I really have any other options?" Her words left Kallum almost unable
to trust his own ears. Things had suddenly turned around. His heart pounded violently, and his eyes regained their unusual
sparkle.
"Of course you don't! Apart from me, don't even dream of having any other man in the entire world!" he uttered.