Her Rebirth of Retribution

It would make me really happy to have cooked for you.

Wyatt didn't voice these words, especially when Calista was watching him cook. In fact, his heart would even race. He felt that this was what an ideal home should be like. "Give it a try?" Calista offered him a fork.

After taking a bite, Wyatt found the taste to be delightful. It was perfectly seasoned, neither too salty nor too bland. The aroma of the pasta, harmoniously blended with the scents of green onions and eggs, was simply irresistible. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that even a five-star hotel chef wouldn't be able to make pasta as delicious as Calista did using these three ingredients.

Seeing Wyatt's approval, Calista suddenly felt a sense of validation, her lips curving into a smile.

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Wyatt chuckled. "I'm afraid it's not enough."

Calista pulled her bowl closer to herself, feigning protectiveness over her food as he said, "I want to eat too. There're no extras."

With that, both of them shared a laugh. Once they put their prejudices aside, Wyatt turned out to be quite a decent person.

Coincidentally, this was also because Wyatt had saved and taken care of her. Although Calista appeared to be cold and tough on the outside, in reality, she was quite soft-hearted. She was the kind of person who would always return kindness with even greater kindness. However, the tranquil moment didn't last long. The abrupt sound of knocking at the door caused Calista's smile to freeze.

"This is strange. The property management here is quite strict. Apart from residents bringing in guests, no one else can get in. I don't even know the neighbors here..."

Despite his remark, Wyatt still went to open the door. Being a police officer, he wasn't afraid of anything. However, considering Calista's unique situation, he took a quick glance through the peephole. Just one look, and his expression changed instantly. "It's... Kallum."

Calista paused mid-bite, her gaze burning intensely as she looked at Wyatt.

"Should I open the door?"

Wyatt's emotions were a bit complicated.

In truth, the question was moot. Kallum's arrival meant that he was certain Calista was there. Even if Wyatt didn't open the door, there were a hundred ways for those outside to force it open. Hence, Calista didn't hesitate at all.

"Go ahead and open it," she said, even though she wasn't quite ready to face Kallum yet.

As soon as the door swung open, Kallum's gaze instantly landed on Calista in the living room. Ignoring Wyatt completely, he strode toward Calista, only to be blocked by Wyatt.

From behind, Quintus snapped, "Mr. Wyatt, know your place. Ms. Stafford is the Mr. Kallum's fiancée. You have no right to interfere!"

Kallum looked at Calista with concern, but she didn't meet his gaze. He withdrew his gaze in frustration, glaring at Wyatt.

"What did you do to her?"

"That's a question I should be asking you!"

The blissful solitude was abruptly interrupted, leaving Wyatt just as furious as Kallum.

His demeanor shifted dramatically as he questioned angrily, "Do you have any idea where I found her? On the side of the road! She was

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burning up with a fever and on the brink of death! What on earth did you do? Why was she so distressed? You claim to care about her, is this how you show it, by causing her pain?"

"Don't stick your nose into our affairs."

After delivering his icy words, Kallum headed toward Calista. Wyatt wanted to intervene, but Quintus and the others stopped him in his tracks.

"Kallum, don't provoke her!" Wyatt

was held back by a few people, leaving no choice but to shout, "She's emotionally unstable. She even thought of jumping off the balcony this morning!"

This wasn't him scaremongering at all but a genuine hunch. Calista's previously erratic emotions had made this clear.

Upon hearing that Calista was contemplating suicide, Kallum's breath hitched. He quickly moved to her side, yet he dared not touch her.

"Callie?"

He gently touched her shoulder, his tone gradually relaxing. "I'm here. I've come to get you. Regardless of whatever I've done wrong, can we go home first?"

"I can go back if you want."

Only then did Calista lift her head, gazing steadily at him.

"However, I have one request."

A sudden sense of unease sprouted in Kallum's heart. He asked anxiously, "What do you want me to do?"

Calista said very calmly, "I want to call off the wedding."

Kallum was taken aback.

"Put simply, I no longer wish to marry you."

Calista's calm words dealt Kallum a devastating blow, leaving him breathless and in pain. He tried his best to control his emotions as he demanded, "Why?"

Thinking back to the fortress-like

research institute, the sea of

rosemary flowers, the three unbearable years that were a living hell, and the nightmare-like memories of her reincarnation, a hostile glint gradually surfaced in Calista's eyes.

"Because, I don't have feelings for you anymore."

This statement was an absolute blow to Kallum. How is it possible to just not like someone because they say so?

There was no way that Kallum would believe that all those years were a lie.

"Come home with me!"

Kallum seized Calista's hand, his gentleness toward her abruptly replaced by a sense of assertiveness.

At that moment, a surge of determination erupted within Calista as she stood her ground against him. "I'll only go back if you agree to cancel the wedding!" "In your dreams!"

Kallum tightened his grip on her hand, a sudden flash of anger surfacing in his eyes. "The wedding is just a week away, Calista! Are you screwing with me?" "If you insist on an answer, then yes!"