Her Rebirth of Retribution

Could he locate the vein?

Of course Kallum could. Over time, having received so much treatment, he had practically become a doctor himself. However, upon noticing that Calista was reluctant, he cast a glance at Shaun.

With a cheerful tone, Shaun assured, "Don't worry, I'll give you the injection later."

With that, he swiftly led his people away.

Nowadays, wherever Kallum went, he was always accompanied by two people to prevent any mishaps. However, with Calista around, there was no need for worry. It was a mystery where this young girl got all her ingenious ideas from.

The experts and professors in the lab couldn't stop singing her praises. Their secret research on the K virus was way ahead of any other country's progress! If they were not still bound by secrecy, their current achievements would undoubtedly have shaken the world! Of course, there was still a long way to go before conquering the K virus.

However, with Calista around, they all felt confident, and their belief in oneself was also strengthened.

After everyone had left, Kallum began to feel nervous. Calista had her back to him, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin. The wound on it was ghastly, but the stark contrast of red against white was incredibly striking. His breaths became ragged, and he was almost trembling as he continued to apply medicine to her wound.

Calista had quite a night and was rather worn out. She closed her eyes to rest, her long, starry sky dress trailing the floor in tatters. Even indoors, its brilliance was undeniable. Yet, its radiance could never compare to the dazzling person wearing it.

Calista was leaning there, much like a wounded mermaid. Every curve of her body exuded an enchanting beauty that could rival the marvels of nature itself.

Kallum admitted he was bewitched. His fingers were slightly stiff as he held back. In the past, without a second thought, he would have pulled the woman before him into his arms, kissed her gorgeous hair, punished those who dared to annoy her, and brought her under his protective wing.

The room was eerily quiet, an unnatural silence hanging in the air. Unable to bear it any longer, Calista initiated a conversation. "Almost slipped my mind, were you alright today?"

Kallum's voice echoed within the quiet, private space, carrying a somewhat husky tone that hinted at an enticing allure.

"I'm fine. I didn't eat anything, nor did I drink alcohol. Apart from you, I didn't interact with anyone else."

Calista didn't catch the strangeness in his response and nodded in reassurance. However, she feared that Kallum might find his current life too restrictive and oppressive. After all, the patient's mood was crucial. She said, "You don't have to feel oppressed."

As Kallum applied the medicine, his hand paused momentarily. Seated on the sofa, his body involuntarily tensed, his eyes dark and unfathomable as an abyss.

With a voice that was distinctly dignified and composed, contrasting his expression, he replied, "So, you noticed I was suppressing something?"

Did she realize the depth of his feelings for her, which he was increasingly unable to restrain?

Calista was taken aback. She had merely asked out of politeness and now she had no choice but to continue. "I understand that you're currently isolated from society, confined to this old house, and only able to see a few familiar faces. On top of that, you're constantly worried about your illness. It's

understandable that you're feeling distressed and suffocated. However, such a mindset is detrimental to our treatment. It might sound harsh, but it's crucial for you to maintain a positive and cheerful attitude."

As she spoke these words with such clear-headed calmness, a palpable disappointment flashed in Kallum's eyes.

His demeanor became increasingly somber, yet his tone seemed oddly upbeat. "It's okay. With you guys around, especially you, I don't feel the slightest bit distressed."

In truth, the only unbearable thing was his longing! He yearned to be with Calista, not just watch her from afar, orchestrating her escape routes and wishing her well.

Yet, he was the least qualified person to utter those words. He didn't even know when he would breathe his last, let alone her...

That peculiar sensation returned.

Calista felt an overwhelming presence from Kallum standing behind her. He was merely applying medicine, yet it felt incredibly oppressive. However, she couldn't refuse. Perhaps Kallum was just trying to do something for her, to prove himself. If she rejected him, he might think she was just like everyone else, afraid of him, which

wouldn't be conducive to his

treatment.

With this thought, she comforted him once again in a stern and cold whisper. "Don't worry, you won't die."

Calista recalled her past life, where she had suffered from the K Virus for many years and ultimately died indirectly because of it. This memory made her feel a deeper sense of empathy toward Kallum.

"I'll heal you, you definitely won't die."

"Callie..."

Kallum could no longer contain his emotions. If it wasn't for the injury on Calista's back, he would have undoubtedly held her tightly in his embrace!

How blind must he have been in the past to not see her worth? How could he have missed out on so many years with her? They would have been a truly happy couple!

Not being able to embrace, not able to kiss, and even the inability to get close was driving him insane!

In a seemingly inexplicable moment, Kallum suddenly lowered his head, gently pressing a kiss on the smooth skin next to her wound.

After being sedated, Calista feltNôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

nothing, completely unaware of the

person behind her who was kissing her skin with suppressed yet joyful emotion. His eyes, brimming with a nearly devouring desire for her, masked an even more intense craving.

Unperturbed by his demeanor, Calista casually remarked, "Don't be too touched. I help you, you help me, it's as simple as that. If you weren't in such a high position, I wouldn't have risked exposing myself!"