Her Rebirth of Retribution

Kallum raised an eyebrow. "Why do you have to sell your body like that? Can't you just pay me for protecting you?"

Seraphina shook her head and replied, "I don't trust the words of men. I believe more in winning over others through my body, building a rapport through physical connection."

As she spoke, she loosened her grip, allowing her bathrobe to slide down and reveal a voluptuous and alluring body that was enough to quicken anyone's pulse.

However, Kallum had turned his head away instantly!

"What are you doing? Put your clothes back on!"

Huh? She took off her clothes? Calista attempted to sneak a peek but was pushed back down by Kallum.

What are you trying to see? You're only allowed to look at me!

Seraphina was somewhat hurt. She hadn't anticipated that despite going this far, Kallum would still resist. Could it be because of the woman in his bed?

"Mr. Kallum, what are you pretending for? You were all lovey-dovey with your godsister before, yet now you're in bed with another woman. I'm offering myself to you, so why are you holding back?" She sneered, "Or could it be you have some sort of cleanliness obsession and only accept one woman per night?"

Her words carried a hint of mockery.

Kallum couldn't hold back anymore. If it weren't for Calista being there, his first words would have been "Get out!" He had been patient for so long, but this woman still wouldn't give up. It was truly infuriating! "Are you that desperate for a man?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of Kallum's mouth as he went all out. With just a single sentence, he managed to deeply humiliate Seraphina. "You...!"

Seeing that if Kallum uttered another word, they would have another enemy on their hands, Calista couldn't help but hold him tight under the blanket! Then, slowly, she wriggled her way out. It was better to let people gossip a bit rather than offend them.

"Calista?" The moment Seraphina saw Calista emerging from the blanket, her eyes widened in surprise. Immediately, she was overwhelmed by a wave of embarrassment and shame! However, her dignity wouldn't allow her to just run off like that. She forced herself to stay calm, picked up the clothes that were piled at her feet, and put them on. She then spoke softly. "So that's how it is... It seems I misunderstood you, Mr. Kallum."

With a hint of helplessness, Calista said, "You're right. Tonight was a misunderstanding, Ms. Bushwick. Let's pretend that we didn't see each other tonight, shall we?"

In this way, at least they would both be able to maintain some dignity.

Seraphina's lips were pale as she nodded slightly. Then, she straightened her clothes, ready to leave.

Before she left, she remembered her grandfather's request. He had repeatedly emphasized that she must succeed, but...

She turned her gaze to Calista and asked, "Are you two really in that kind of relationship? If so, why would you choose to present yourselves as siblings?"

The reasons behind it all couldn't be simply summed up in a few words. Calista let out a sigh before she suddenly wrapped her arms around Kallum's neck, delivering a passionate kiss.

The moment she drew near, Kallum

instinctively let down his guard, pulling her into his embrace. With a natural dominance, he accepted her kiss. Although it was a fleeting contact, after their lips met, Kallum found it hard to resist nuzzling against Calista's face. The desire and affection in his eyes were as deep as the ocean.

"Now, do you understand?" Calista, hanging onto Kallum, turned to look back at Seraphina.

Only then did Seraphina take a step back. Without uttering a single word more, she swiftly walked out the door.

The room fell silent once again.

With a swift roll, Kallum skillfully pinned Calista beneath him!

"What are you doing?" Calista asked

in a whisper. She wasn't scared at all, knowing that Kallum couldn't really do anything. The most he could do was to hug and kiss her. But hadn't he taken advantage of her in this way over the past year? She was already used to it.

Kallum's body grew increasingly hot. He gazed at Calista, his eyes resembling a dense pool of ink.

Suddenly, he lamented in a deep, husky voice, "Callie... I think I'm losing control."

"Oh?" Calista's eyelids drooped to half-mast, her thoughts unreadable.

Yet, Kallum couldn't stop himself from gently rubbing his face against hers.

Despite their undeniable closeness, despite the entanglement of their minds and bodies, there was an unsettling restlessness that lingered amidst their sweetness.

It was like an incessant itch that

couldn't be scratched, or being famished but unable to indulge in the dessert right in front of you. People were inherently greedy, especially when it came to the ones they loved. No amount of

satisfaction was ever enough. Yet, he was in a position where he could do nothing.

"Callie..." Kallum barely managed to utter her name, his heavy panting echoing clearly within the quiet room. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "If I recover, would you really marry me?"

He lifted the thumb ring in his hand as if to say, "Look, I'm always wearing it. There's no getting rid of me, even if you wanted to."

Calista chuckled lightly. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay?"

"No way!" Kallum glared at her stubbornly, then changed his tone. "I was just teasing you. In reality, who else could you possibly want besides me? Don't even think about it!"

Even though the words were meant to be domineering, why did they not sound imposing at all? Calista even felt the urge to laugh.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, and in that moment, she felt a hint of sweetness, as if she were in a dream.

Taking the initiative, she wrapped her arms around Kallum's neck and gave him a kiss. "Are you in pain?"

Kallum huffed. "Just a little bit."