Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 399

“I'm not entirely confident, but my brother told me all I need to do is give it a shot,” replied Ambrose.

Calista nodded. “All right, I've lingered here for long enough. It's time for me to leave. Will you walk me out?”

With a frown, Ambrose muttered, “That was fast...”

“What?”

“No, let me send you out!”

From beginning to end, Calista never saw Ambrose's painting.

As he was leaving, there were several instances where he seemed to want to speak but held his tongue.

Calista remarked, “You seem quite odd today. Is there something you want to say?”

Ambrose blushed. As he gazed into Calista's overly bright eyes, he felt his normally steady heart begin to race uncontrollably. “Callie... if...”

“Hmm?” When dealing with Ambrose, Calista always displayed a touch more patience than with others.

“If... If...” He stammered, even though he only needed a second to say a sentence that he had been rehearsing in his mind all day long.

He gritted his teeth, leaning in close to Calista's ear. “If you no longer have feelings for Kallum, would you consider being with a younger man?”

The smile on Calista's face froze.

The clear voice of Ambrose once again resounded with unwavering determination. “I sensed that compared to your current life, you seemed to prefer simplicity and freedom. I don't have much to offer, but I like you, plain and simple.”

Calista looked up to see his youthful smile, her mind still somewhat dazed. Under the setting sun, by the grand mansion's gate, Ambrose bashfully pressed a finger to her lips, smiling gently. “You don't need to respond, nor feel burdened. I hope that my affection for you is as simple as the sun's love for the wind, or a sail's love for the sea. If you need me, I'm here. If you don't, I'm still here, just like a friend.”

On her way back, Calista grinned. Ambrose's words had given her strength. His affection was so pure that it didn't exert any pressure. Instead, it brought her a sense of joy.

However, that joyful mood vanished the moment she returned home.

Yelena was serving the dishes with a radiant smile, the picture of a dutiful and virtuous housewife. Calista glanced at her watch. It was the thirteenth, and five days were left, but that was more than enough time for Calista to deal with Yelena.

“You've returned, Ms. Calista?” Yelena was a bit restrained, primarily due to their last encounter. The memory of Calista forcing her to scrub the carpet with that fierce demeanor was still fresh in her mind. As she scrubbed the carpet, she made a firm resolution to steer clear of Calista's fury.