After she finished speaking, she stormed off with the indignant Marsha. This foolish woman actually dared to harbor ill intentions toward Kallum. I'm going to teach her a lesson!
The sound of the door being locked echoed, leaving behind a silence in the room so profound that it was as if life itself had ceased to exist.
Although she eventually showed up, the mere thought of her reluctance to come until this moment, or perhaps only being persuaded by Yulissa's relentless insistence, left Kallum feeling suffocated.
He thought she didn't care about him at all, not in the slightest.
Ironically, his body betrayed him. From the moment he heard Calista's detached voice, his body felt as though it was being tortured, as if a fire was spreading throughout his entire being. He sat up, lips pressed together, and legs arched. At that moment, he didn't want Calista to notice anything amiss with his physical state.
The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Calista had been standing all this while and only moved after a quarter of an hour. During this time, neither of them spoke. It was the first time things had been so tense between them.
“Don't come any closer!”
Just as Calista wanted to draw closer, Kallum suddenly stopped her. Calista paused and furrowed her brows in confusion.
Kallum, however, had his eyes closed, resting his chin on his knees as he caught his breath. “If you're not willing, don't come over!”
Kallum had come to a realization. There's no point in insisting if Calista is unwilling. Even if I managed to win her over, what then? If she wants to leave, she'll still leave.
She was rational, independent, and had a clear sense of self-judgment. If he couldn't win her heart, it was utterly pointless.
And so, at that moment, he found himself rather ridiculous. It was a feeling that was both humiliating and degrading, yet when combined, it was simply laughable.
The most amusing part was that he harbored hopes deep within his heart. He hoped that the reason she sought him out in the end was that she was ready. He was utterly helpless against her allure, her scent seeping into his being like a lethal poison. His body craved her intensely, yet his rationality forced him to resist for certain reasons. It was as if he was engaged in a futile struggle.
A thousand thoughts whirled through his mind. Despite his eyes being closed, his ears remained attuned to the sound of her footsteps.
Just as expected, she indeed stopped moving! Kallum's face turned deathly pale.
In this stifling silence, Kallum was on the verge of confronting her. If she wasn't ready, why did she come, giving me hope only to let me down? Does she find amusement in my emotional roller coaster all because of her?
Had he not been drugged, had he not been bound, Kallum would have certainly stormed out to clear his mind. Only a madman would have done such a ridiculous thing as he did that night. It was nothing short of self-humiliation.
Just when he was on the verge of suffocation from despair, Calista took another step.
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