Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 430

“Could you forgive me? I was once downright impulsive and detestable. My mom was right—you had long since given me the best of everything. Compared to you, my feelings for you seem childish and laughable. No wonder you never agreed to be with me previously. It was because I wasn't good enough, not at all,” Kallum rambled.

He brought Calista's hand to his lips, his voice barely a whisper. “But I will try my best to learn... In the future, I'll never let you down again... If you're still willing to trust me, wake up... Without you, even my courage has vanished. I'm scared.”

He leaned in, trembling as he planted a kiss on her lips.

Her lips were beyond cold yet soft. An icy fragrance enveloped him. At that moment, his heart skipped a beat. Even his breath caught.

Once their lips parted, he fixed his violet eyes on her unblinkingly. They were filled with hope and could seemingly glow. Alas, Calista remained motionless. At that instant, the light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit.

If she doesn't wake up, I'll have no choice but to secretly send her away for her safety. As for what would happen after she left or the challenges the Fairchild family would face, I can't afford to worry about all that anymore...

He gradually straightened up, his gaze slowly hardening in determination.

“If you're very tired, just sleep a little longer. I'm here, and I won't let anything happen to you.”

“What did that bowl of oatmeal taste like?”

Calista's weak voice suddenly drifted into Kallum's ears, leaving him momentarily stunned.

She slowly opened her eyes, which seemed to be sprinkled with stars, and asked again, “Did you really find it delicious?”

At that moment, Kallum's eyes suddenly went red-rimmed. Almost without thinking, he blurted out a foolish question.

“Why are you awake?”

Calista let out a sigh. “Because I can't just leave you alone...” That isn't my style.

Kallum's voice abruptly choked off. His tough armor seemingly shattered into pieces before her. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms, never to let go again.

“You still haven't answered me. Was that bowl of oatmeal really delicious?”

What did it taste like, the concoction meticulously crafted in my dream as if performing a scientific experiment, each ingredient added with precision?

Kallum's hands clenched into fists and relaxed before uncontrollably clenching once more. Despite it all, he wore a smile on his face as if he was entirely relaxed.

“It was delicious. I was quite surprised at the time, for I didn't expect your culinary skills to be so good... There was a taste I've never tasted in any other food.”

“Pecans?”