Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 205 An Incompatible Pair "Let's deal with it when we get back," Jarrett suggested, removing his shattered glasses in a somewhat lackluster mood.

His subordinate lowered his voice as he said, "This time, even if Sterling doesn't die, he'll contract the K virus. He's no longer a threat to us. After we return this time, we'll be able to act freely..." He paused for a moment before continuing, "However, the caused by the Fairchild family today is too much. Since we've already obtained what we wanted, we should perhaps leave first. The local authorities are already watching this place." After a long hesitation, Jarrett finally let out a bitter, self-deprecating smile. "Alright, let's go first. As for this mess, let's let Kallum clean it up!" After all, his presence was only an eyesore to Kallum. It was better for him to be out of sight, out of mind. When Calista regained consciousness, several days had already passed. Outside the window, the blazing sun was gradually setting. Judging by the architecture, she realized she was still in Jeahron. "Are you awake?" Kallum's voice carried a hint of joy initially. However, the moment she looked over, it swiftly turned to annoyance.

"It's good that you're awake. I need to ask you, why didn't you call me? Why didn't you letknow what you were planning to do? Why would you undertake such a dangerous task all by yourself?" As he unleashed a barrage of questions, Calista clutched the blanket, looking at him in a somewhat dazed manner. Her luminous eyes looked as if they were sprinkled with crushed diamonds, and at that moment, without her lethal aura, she appeared innocent and beautiful. The sight of her then was capable of melting anyone's heart.

The volof Kallum's voice inexplicably lowered.

"Are you feeling unwell?" He furrowed his brows, sitting at the edge of the bed to touch her forehead. "Does your head hurt? Right, I'll get you swater." He quickly poured a glass of water for Calista, who obediently drank it all. She didn't seem to show any signs of discomfort. Watching her, Kallum let out a small sigh of relief. Then, he put on a fierce facade, raising his voice again.

"Alright, stop playing dumb now. It's tto cclean with me. Honesty will make things easier for you!" Calista shifted slightly, only to notice her body was swathed in bandages. She couldn't help but furrow her brows. Seeing her discomfort, Kallum anxiously leaned in to inspect her. "Hold on, don't move about recklessly. Did you pull at your wound?" Upon seeing his flustered state, Calista couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. In a low voice, she asked, "You're really anxious about my well-being, huh? Are you no longer angry?" "I'm not anxious!" Kallum's eyebrows knotted tightly, his handsface tense. He scoffed, "I'm not worried about you, you d*mn woman. I'm just concerned that if you die, there will be no one to keepalive. I certainly don't want to die." Faced with Calista's ambiguous gaze, his explanation wasn't convincing at all. In the end, he stared at her with wide eyes. "What, you're trying to change the subject? Lettell you, I'm very upset. Don't think you can easily brush this off, not even if you're hurt!" His face was etched with determination, yet to Calista, his eyes were clearly pleading with him to pacify him, and he would then forgive her.

Unlike the high and mighty Kallum from before, he was genuine and full of vitality.

Suddenly, Calista threw herself into his arms, her eyes blinked as she looked up at him. "Forgive me, please!" The moment she lunged at him, Kallum had swiftly supported her.

He saw a tender smile on het as she coyly pleaded for his forgiveness. Such behavior from her could truly melt the fiercest of anger into nothingness.

Despite his numerous attempts, Kallum found it impossible to maintain a cold facade in the face of her pitiful gaze.

D*rn it, if things continue like this, I'll definitely have my authority undermined! "Dear Kallum... my wound hurts a lot, so could you please stop being angry?" When her typically cold voice softened, it still couldn't be associated with gentleness or cuteness. Nevertheless, the slight change had already started to arouse Kallum.

The corners of his mouth curled up. Unable to suppress his emotions, he had no choice but to sigh. "I really can't stay angry at you..." Upon receiving her answer, Calista suddenly crawled out of his embrace. She slowly burrowed herself into the blanket, resuming her aloof demeanor with her back turned toward him. "I'm so tired. I need to sleep a bit more. Please, leave me." Her clearly indifferent demeanor had dampened Kallum's spirits just as they had begun to lift, leaving him gritting his teeth in frustration! "Calista! You b*stard, get up! We're not done yet!" Calista looked at him helplessly and vulnerably. "Are you really going to cause a fuss with someone injured?" Seeing how Calista was all bandaged up, Kallum was at a loss of words. He felt an eruption of anger within him, yet with no outlet, he was left with an unbearable sense of frustration.

"You... you're always playing the victim. I don't believe a word you say!" "Ouch, it hurts!" "Where does it hurt? Lettake a look," "I was just kidding!" Kallum was rendered speechless.

Amidst the banter, the previous unpleasantness was quickly forgotten Kallum seemed as if he had not been left behind by Calista, had not been kept in the dark by her, and certainly had not been buttied by her He subsequently returned to his former state.

Quintus shook his head, sighing once again. Love is a strange thing tican make the weakest person strong, and the strongest person weak.

Despite eating out of Calista's hand, Kallum didn't realize it at all. He was busy feeding Calista oatmeal, as her e hands were not in a condition to do so herself. "So, you're saying that Sterling was nowhere to be found when Gunner entered?"