Chapter 228 Who Could Have Possibly Caught His Eye
Calista, checking the time, turned to Benedict with a nod. “All rig first. I’ll join you there shortly with Kallum.”
you can head on to the banquet hall
Benedict’s face brightened with a look of sincere admiration, his smile softening the lines of his somewhat ruggedly handsome features.
“You seem to be on muck better terms with Mr. Kallum now. Indeed, it might have been better had you two been siblings from the start. It would have spared you both considerable hardship.”
Calista laughed at this, finding her father’s musings endearingly naive at times. I wonder how Kallum would react to such an observation.
“Perhaps you’re right,” she responded thoughtfully. “I’ll go on ahead then.”
“All right, but don’t keep Mr. Kallum waiting too long,” Benedict added quickly.
Calista took a few steps, then paused and looked back, noticing Benedict still there, his gaze following her departure.
He stood tall and lean by the window, the sunset casting a warm glow that highlighted his refined features. Unlike many men of his age, Benedict lacked the typical middle–aged spread, his demeanor exuding relaxed charm. His eyes carried a hint of youthful naivety that belied his years, reflecting a man who, despite occasional obliviousness and bias, deeply cared for his daughter.
“Off you go, off you go!” he encouraged, waving her off with an amused chuckle when he caught her looking back.
For some reason, Calista was reminded of an incident in her previous life, when her father had let her go, only to end up severely beaten. He had, on the brink of death, managed to secure some money by selling his kidney and entrusted it to a stranger to give to her.
The one hundred and fifty thousand from that desperate act was the most bittersweet money she had ever spent, tainted with the essence of his sacrifice.
Benedict’s act of letting her go, driven by his own misplaced courage, was arguably the boldest thing he’d done. The memory made her eyes sting with unshed tears.
Regardless, Benedict had already paid the price for his foolishness in his past life.
Calista blinked back her emotions and continued on her path, determined that in this life, Benedict would live out his days in peace and stability–a repayment for both his sacrifices and to honor her grandparents‘ legacy.
Meanwhile, Kallum seemed distracted, his thoughts lingering on Calista. He had chosen a pink gown for her to wear, eager to see her in it, imagining the soft and delicate image she would present, reminiscent of the shy girl from his past.
“Mr. Kallum, why do I sense something off about you today? Speak up! You were smiling just now. What were you thinking about?” Remus, always perceptive, caught the slight change in his demeanor.
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