Her Rebirth of Retribution

His voice was deep and husky, his intense gaze burning as it wandered over her form, finally anchoring with piercing focus on her eyes. Under his penetrating stare, Calista found herself trembling, yet she managed to maintain a steady voice. "I won't, even if you were to take me now."

Her words were nothing short of seduction.

Kallum responded by lowering his head and passionately capturing her lips with his own, his movements reflecting a fervor as if celebrating the last moments before an apocalypse. Even in this whirlwind of emotions that clouded his judgment, Kallum remained mindful not to cause her any pain. His lips worked over hers with an intense desire to consume, to fully integrate her into his very essence, yet he consciously restrained this primal urge. It was a constant struggle, a tug-of-war between raw instinct and disciplined restraint. Their passionate exchange left their clothes slightly rumpled, and only then did they break away from their heated embrace.

Breathing heavily by her ear, Kallum's voice was a cocktail of agony and ecstasy.

"You're a wicked woman," he declared, his tone tinged with sweetness yet edged with a rough, gritted delivery. "You did this deliberately, didn't you? Just when I thought my love for you couldn't deepen further, you push me to fall even harder! You wicked woman, I don't think I could ever let you go, not even in death."

As he settled down, Calista exhaled a relieved sigh and let out a gentle chuckle. "What was meant to be a touching romantic confession somehow sounded more like a plot from a horror story."

At her words, Kallum also allowed a laugh to escape, his demeanor shedding any lingering gloom and regaining its usual vibrancy. "You won't regret today, and I promise you won't be disappointed."

Calista, now slightly propping herself up from beneath him, replied with a playful edge, "Let's just wait and see then."

Soon after, they reached the Fairchild Manor. Before they could even exit the car, they were met by a throng of reporters.

Sterling had been taken to the police station, identified by the butler as a carrier of the K Virus, necessitating his immediate isolation. However, the main focus at the moment was unmistakably on Kallum.

"Word has it that Sterling, confirmed to be infected, had bitten Kallum during an altercation. Now, outside the Fairchild Manor's gates, we're attempting to gather more information."

The reporters' presence underscored the reality that suppressing this news was futile-too many had witnessed it. Furthermore, the stakes were incredibly high, as the spread of the K Virus posed a direct threat to public safety.

This marked the first instance these reporters had dared to encroach upon the Fairchild Manor's doorstep, resolved to stay until they had seen Kallum for themselves.

As several cars blocked the

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entrance, Calista reassured Kallum, "Don't worry, all you need to do is keep going, even if you're feeling weak. As long as they see your fever has subsided, that'll be enough. To the outside world, we can claim that you received the antibody injection while in the car and successfully recovered."

Kallum glanced at her, an amused chuckle escaping him. "I'm not worried. Shall we go together?" Without hesitation, Calista took his hand. "Sure."

As soon as Kallum stepped out, he

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was greeted by a barrage of flashing cameras. The intense scrutiny reminded him of his first press conference as Fairchild Group's leade his first public declaration of

his new role as the youngest and most promising head of the group.

Despite his usual avoidance of public appearances, at this moment, their presence was crucial.

As Kallum made his way into the open, the reporters swarmed over, seizing this rare chance to capture the elusive young CEO without restrictions-previously, any unauthorized photos would prompt immediate demands for deletion.

Kallum, appearing slightly weakened

yet still imposing, maintained his

regal air. His profound violet eyes and the subtle curve of his lips projected an aura of dominance, as if he stood above all others. Now with his left hand bandaged and showing signs of recovery from the fever, speculation was rife.

"Did you successfully receive the antibody injection, Mr. Kallum?"

"How are you feeling now? Will there be any future risk of contagion?"

"Mr. Kallum, would you consider taking a public blood test to reassure everyone?"

While bodyguards kept the reporters at bay-none of whom wished to get too close, fearing the potential volatility of Kallum-he remained coolly detached from the frenzy around him. After stepping out of the car, he reached back unexpectedly... Everyone was taken aback. Who else could possibly be in the car? Given his evident respect, it must be someone of significant importance, right?

As all eyes fixed on the car door, Calista emerged, hand in hand with Kallum.

That day, she was clad in a sleek black gown, her gaze sharp and commanding, her presence undeniably regal, reminiscent of a queen.

People remembered her. After all, she was indeed a familiar face, especially at Bayview University where she was celebrated as a medical research prodigy. Her recent breakthrough in anti-cancer medicine had already made headlines.

It's... Calista?