Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 318

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.