Her Rebirth of Retribution

Gripping the railing tightly, Calista observed as the stream of cars and people below, decreased in size. Her breathing became heavier, and her eyes flickered with uncertainty, unable to shake off the negative emotions that exploded and dispersed in all directions. She felt a sharp pain akin to a needle piercing her temples, and she even "saw" clusters of shadows appearing before her eyes, leaving her gasping for air in a suffocating sensation.

Suddenly, the sound of a lock turning at the door startled Calista, prompting her to swiftly retreat to a corner of the balcony and instinctively curl herself into a ball. Her heart pounded irregularly, and for a moment, all rational thought deserted her.

Meanwhile, after Wyatt left, he was plagued by constant worry. His secret love for Calista tormented him, and witnessing her current state made it impossible for him to focus on his mission.

He had walked halfway down the road, only to turn back and return home. However, upon entering, all he could see were leftovers scattered on the floor, with Calista nowhere to be found. "Calista?"

In a rush, he frantically searched the room, finding the keys and money still on the table. Surely, Calista hadn't simply left like that, had she?

However, the room was empty. Instinctively, Wyatt moved toward the balcony.

When he spotted Calista in the corner, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, the fear in Calista's eyes made his heart leap into his throat again. "Calista?"

"Don't come any closer!"

Suddenly, Calista's expression turned fierce as she gripped a flower pot, her stance signaling that she wouldn't hesitate to throw it if Wyatt dared to come closer.

How could Wyatt possibly ignore her in such a state? He could tell that Calista was greatly upset, and her emotions were quite unstable at the moment. What happened? She was perfectly fine before I left!

It was unacceptable to leave her there. The more she brooded, the more extreme her thoughts might become, especially given the precarious location of the balcony. "Calista, come inside with me. I promise I won't interfere with you in the room..."

Wyatt was in a hurry, but his tone remained gentle. Seeing that Calista remained motionless, warily watching him, a stalemate ensued. Biting his teeth, Wyatt gradually moved closer, squatting down and raising both his hands high, afraid that he might intimidate her. Even so, as he drew nearer, Calista's gaze became increasingly sharp. Her mind was in turmoil, and her body was tense, like a string about to snap.

Licking his lips nervously, Wyatt slowly approached, leaving about half a meter between them. His voice was gentle as he spoke. "Shall we go in? I've made you breakfast-

But before he could finish speaking, a loud thud echoed as Calista violently smashed the flower pot against his body.

She had initially aimed for his head, but Wyatt managed to dodge in the nick of time. As a result, the pot struck his shoulder instead, and the shards cut through his head, staining his white T-shirt in a scarlet hue.

He took a deep breath, holding himself rigid in place, afraid that any movement might be misinterpreted as a hostile gesture by Calista.

Seeing his stiffness, Calista visibly relaxed, ceasing her aggressive stance. However, her gaze remained sharp as she continued to observe him closely, subconsciously

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huddling her knees close to her body for self-protection.

"Ha..."

With steely determination, Wyatt inched closer, his clean and handsome face glistening with sweat, yet his eyes unwavering and focused.

"Now that it's over, why don't you join me?" he suggested, tightening his grip before slowly reaching out to Calista. Surprisingly, the sunlight on his palm emitted a warm sensation.

Calista was nestled in a shady corner, her spot devoid of sunlight. She found herself captivated by his hand, focusing on the glimmer dancing at his fingertips. Unbeknownst to her, tears began to flow from her eyes. Wyatt was taken aback, feeling a sudden wave of emotions. He had never fathomed that Calista would shed tears.

"Would you... consider being my friend?" Calista's intense, glistening eyes bore into him as she asked in a husky voice.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her cautious expression gradually transformed into one of sadness. It was evident that she hadn't contemplated the prospect-how could someone like Wyatt, a member of the Langley family, ever be friends with her? They were destined to be adversaries in the days to come, and she vowed to never let any enemy slip away.

However...

Calista's tears fell with increasing intensity, her eyes were rimmed with red, as was the tip of her nose. She held herself as if she were holding the entire world. Yet, the look in her eyes yearned for contact with the outside world.

"Please, be my friend... okay?"

Unable to bear the bitterness in his heart any longer, Wyatt knelt on one knee, pulling her tightly into his embrace. He then moved her from the corner, into the sunlight.

Feeling the warmth of the light, Calista suddenly felt the sensation of being pulled into the real world. It was so surreal, she could hardly believe it.

"You once told me that we could never be friends." Wyatt's voice, suppressed and subdued, echoed in her ears. "But when you want to be friends with me, I'll always be willing!" Befriend a Langley?

At the thought of Wyatt's face that she had scarred, her expression twisted into a grimace.

Sensing the shift in her mood, Wyatt quickly carried her into the house.

Calista struggled fiercely, cries of terror escaping her lips. But she hadn't eaten in days. No matter how much she clawed and bit him, her strength was waning. After Wyatt brought her into the room, he forcefully pinned her down on the couch.