Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 168 Her True Self "Dear Callie, I've been waiting for you for a long time," he said.

Calista furrowed her brows. Not because she was overthinking things, but because she genuinely felt that Kallum's choice of words was odd.

"Didn't you mention throwing a celebration for me? Why is it just you?" Kallum subtly raised an eyebrow, his deep purple eyes concealing a hint of danger, yet his smile didn't falter in the slightest. "Who else were you hoping to see?" Calista took a half step back, attempting to maintain her composure as she said, "Ambrose also mentioned he wanted to congratulate me. Maybe " "Do you want to invite him along?" Kallum's smile seemed to twist for a moment, but it was very subtle. Despite Calista maintaining a cold facade, she felt completely unable to suppress him. Hence, she pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Kallum suddenly laughed, his smile shimmering like the brightest diamond, illuminating everything around with its radiance.

"Actually, there's no need for you to be so tense." Kallum picked up a glass of red wine beside him and took a sip with narrowed eyes. "He was your first patient to recover under your care. It's only natural for you to feel a bit more fond of him than others." Calista let out an almost imperceptible sigh. She then heard Kallum say in a soft voice, "I just dislike the way Jarrett looks at you, that's all." Ironically, those two brothers were close. Whenever Ambrose was around, Jarrett was sure to be there as well. However, Calista was Kallum's, and she was the only one he ever wanted. Yet, Jarrett was coveting her. Thankfully, Kallum had always restrained himself and hadn't done anything drastic. Otherwise, a terrifying storm might have swept through Horington. Calista let out a sigh. "Just the two of us, then. Given your current condition, you shouldn't be drinking. After this glass, no more." Obediently, Kallum set down his glass. He then checked her out and said, "But you can drink a bit more. It's rare to see you so happy. This is also an acknowledgment of your abilities in the outside world!" A hint of a smile appeared on Calista's face when those words fell. "That's true. I'm really happy." At school that day, she maintained an unruffled demeanor throughout. It was only when she returned hthat she could reveal her true self.

Over the course of a year spent in close quarters with Kallum, he beclike family, like a friend, yet there was a slight distance between them. Unknowingly, he had becthe person she felt most at ease with. Moreover, since she knew that Kallum would never pose any threat to her, she felt completely at ease getting drunk in his presence.

"This drink isn't too bad. Crown Russe vodka... It's quite strong, fitting for your current mood." Calista took the glass, displaying an air of boldness, and drained the clear liquor in one gulp. Her tolerance for alcohol was high, so a couple of shots of strong liquor posed no problem for her.

Once she had finished her drink, Kallum selected another from an array of different glasses. He held it up and took a sniff. His act of lightly inhaling was refined and elegant, exuding an inherent grace that radiated from within. "Johnnie Walker Red Label whiskey. Rich and aromatic. Would you like to give it a try?" he asked.

Perhaps it was the strong liquor getting to her but when Calista saw him looking at her with a smile, she found herself inexplicably parched Instinctively, she reached for the drink Even though the glass wasn't filled to the brim, she didn't down it imone gulp as before but savored it instead.

"Are these from your personal collection?" she couldn't help asking.

Kallum shook his head, a hint of arrogance in his eyes. "No, I don't usually drink, but there are many who giftalcohol each year. Besides, the Fairchild family owns a distillery, so our cellar is never short of good alcohol. Naturally, there's no need forto collect any." This also indirectly showcased the profound heritage of the Fairchild family. As one of the Fairchilds, one had every reason to be proud.

Alcohol could lower one's inhibitions, and Calista couldn't help but ask again, "Many people have their own hobbies, like my passion for medical research. What about you? I don't seem to have noticed any particular hobbies of yours." Kallum blinked. "I'm really into you!" "Huh?" Calista suddenly beccautious.

Seeing her gaze fixed on him, Kallum laughed and pulled her to sit beside him. In a serious tone, he explained, "Right now, the only one who would cclose tois you. Apart from you, what else could I possibly like?" Calista found it somewhat peculiar, yet it seemed to make ssense. Just as she was about to say something, Kallum reached out and brought over the third glass of alcohol, its distinct aroma discernible even from a distance. "This is Ricard anisette. It has a unique taste and isn't too strong. Would you like to give it a try?" he asked.

Calista had heard of this particular brand of alcohol before and was somewhat curious. She brought it over, took a careful sip, and found that she liked it. Therefore, she ended up drinking it all in one go. "Indeed, there's a strong taste of fennel! Intriguing!" After a few drinks, a blush gradually spread across Calista's usually stoic face. Her eyes glistened, and even though she maintained a stern expression, she radiated an irresistible charm. At that mKallum found himself longing to kiss her captivating eyes. However, he restrained himself, knowing that the timing was not yet right.

Hence, Kallum brought over another glass of alcohol, his purple eyesm twinkling slightly. This is Remy Martin Louis XIII, not too shabby. Want to give it a try?"

Calista nodded, feeling a bit dizzy at the moment. However, there was nothing to fear. Kallum couldn't touch her, and his life was in her hands. He to You could only serve her. Therefore, while she might need to be worried around others, she had absolutely no need to when she was with him.

As soon as Calista took a hearty sip of her drink, Kallum, who had been ΟΠ somewhat tense, relaxed slightly. He moved a little closer to her, his eyes Nittle fixed intently on her without blinking. "Do you know something?"