Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 339

She clung onto Kallum's hand and asked repeatedly, “Are my hands all right? Has the injured part healed?”

Kallum woke Calista from her dream, startled by the panic in her eyes. He quickly cradled her gently, reassuring her, “Your hands are fine. They're beautiful. It was all just a dream.”

“It wasn't a dream...” Calista rested her chin on Kallum's shoulder and frowned in pain. “It wasn't a dream...”

Even without scars, those events truly did happen.

“Callie, what did you dream about?” Kallum asked in a deep voice. But this time, Calista did not respond.

After a considerable amount of time, the feeling of her heart nearly stopped beating slowly faded away. Calista's breathing gradually steadied, and she gradually regained her composure.

“Why are you here?”

She pushed away Kallum. If she remembered correctly, she should have already moved out that night.

Kallum found himself in a slightly awkward position. He couldn't possibly admit that he had been unable to sleep and had unconsciously decided to check on her. Upon entering, he had found her in apparent distress, presumably having a nightmare, so he had woken her up. And just like that, he was caught red-handed.

His eyes flickered nervously as he said stiffly, “I heard your voice just now... so I came over to check.”

Calista looked at him coldly, perceiving his inability to lie. However, she realized that if it hadn't been for him waking her up, she'd have still been trapped in her nightmare. With this thought, her anger began to subside.

“Now that I'm awake, you can go back to sleep.”

At that moment, Kallum felt a profound sense of distress. Callie wanted to call off their wedding for reasons he didn't understand, and he had tolerated it. When she wanted to move out, he had also endured it. But what he couldn't bear was her gradual detachment from him, as if she was pushing him toward a precipice. He knew he had to do something, anything to prevent her from just walking away from him like this.

“You're probably having trouble sleeping too, aren't you?” Kallum suddenly asked, looking at her. “Because I can't sleep too. For over a year now, I've grown accustomed to having you by my side, being able to hold you as I drift off. I don't believe you can break that habit so quickly.”

“So what?” Calista replied indifferently, her eyes cold as ice. “I've told you before, I can't accept you again. Even if you hadn't hurt me in this life, I still wouldn't want to. No matter how persistent you are, it won't change anything.”

Her words stirred a faint anger within Kallum. Yet, what overwhelmed him more was a sense of sorrow. Strictly speaking, he had hurt her in his lifetime. It was just that Calista had a high tolerance for pain.

“Callie...” He yearned to hold her, to loudly express how much anguish he was in, how much he wished to compel her into marriage. But he couldn't. All he could do was to continually suppress the frustration in his heart. His expression suddenly turned serious.

“Follow me!”