Her Vengeful Rebirth by Anastasia novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369 It Tastes Terrible 

Recalling how Kallum had looked, utterly drained after the painful serum injection earlier today, Calista furrowed her brows. In the end, she closed her eyes. 

I’ll let it slide this time, but next time, I must set clear boundaries with him. 

Feeling Calista’s body gradually relaxing, Kallum slowly opened his eyes, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. 

When Calista suddenly injected him with the antiserum, a wave of intense pain surged through Kallum, igniting a desire to roar and tear apart the world. Yet, simply because their fingers were intertwined, he astonishingly managed to endure the agony. At that moment, he also came to a sudden realization. 

He had never once considered letting her go. 

Even when they argued, even when unpleasant incidents occurred, even when they were facing countless difficulties, deep down, no matter how harsh his words were, he still considered her his and his alone. 

So, since he couldn’t let go, he decided to hold on tighter. Forget about dignity and all that. My wife is about to leave him. Can dignity keep me warm at night? 

When Calista woke up again, it was already the middle of the night. Hunger had roused her from her sleep, but so had the heat. At some point, Kallum had pulled her close, their bodies pressing together under the covers. Calista felt herself breaking out in a sweat. 

Seeing Kallum taking advantage of her once again. Calista bit back her irritation. Considering it was late at night, and she didn’t want to cause too much commotion, she gently moved Kallum’s hand away. It took a considerable amount of effort for her to free herself. 

“Where are you going?” Just as Calista was about to leave, Kallum immediately stopped pretending to be asleep and quickly sat up. 

Calista gestured toward the outside. “I’m heading to the kitchen to whip up some food.” 

“Just have the housekeeper do it 

Calista shook his head. “It’s three in the morning now. Let’s not bother anyone.” 

Kallum then got up from bed. “All right. I’ll go with you.” 

“You can’t cook, can you?” 

“Who said so?” Kallum raised an eyebrow. Although he had never cooked before, who was to say he couldn’t handle something as simple as cooking? 

“Can’t I lend a hand? Besides, I’m also hungry.” 

Only then did Calista compromise. Instead of heading to the main house, they rummaged for food in the small kitchen of the laboratory! However, the refrigerator was nearly empty. Left with no other choice, Calista pulled out some pasta, 

“It seems I’ll have to settle for pasta with fried egg.” 

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Chapter 369 It Tastes Terrible 

found himself idly watching Calista as she cooked. Observing her skillfully fry the eggs, Kallum, who initially wasn’t very hungry, gradually found his stomach growling. 

As she lifted the lid off the pot, the warm steam from the kitchen enveloped her, seemingly chasing away the chill from her body in an instant. Her delicate profile and the slight upward curve of her lips made Kallum suddenly avert his gaze, feeling even more “hungry.” 

One could say that he had been hungry for a very long time. 

“Do you 

cook often?” Kallum asked, trying to divert his attention. Seeing her adeptness, he couldn’t help but inquire. 

Since Kallum had discovered her secret, Calista didn’t bother to hide it anymore. She casually mentioned, “When I was alone in the past, I used to cook for myself.” 

Kallum blinked, his lips curving into a smile. “So… Am I your first customer?” 

Calista tilted her head in thought. “No, I’ve done the same for Wyatt before.” 

Kallum had a good memory. He instantly recalled the last time he went to see Calista. He had noticed two bowls of pasta on Wyatt’s desk. Could it be that they were made by Calista? 

He was initially quite cheerful, but his mood soured abruptly. As he looked at the nearly prepared pasta, he suddenly started to act like a spoiled guy. 

“I don 

want to eat pasta anymore!” 

Calista gave him a puzzled look, firmly stating, “No.” 

“Why?” 

“I don’t like to waste,” she said, dividing the pasta evenly. Pointing to the larger bowl, she added, “Ify you don’t finish this, don’t expect me to make you anything else.” 

Kallum raised his eyebrows slightly at her. “So, you’re saying you want to cook for me in the future?” 

Calista shot him a sidelong glance, carrying her bowl of pasta as she made to leave. However, Kallum blocked her path. His tall figure stood in her way, radiating an air of confidence. His eyes were filled with a bright, cheerful smile. 

“First, answer this. If I finish eating, will you still cook for me in the future?” 

Calista frowned. “Don’t you have housekeepers?” 

“I was just kidding,” said Kallum. Suddenly, he leaned down and pecked her lips, quickly murmuring. “I can’t bear to see you struggle.” 

“Kallum!”