Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 164 Crumbled Self Control

Calista closed her eyes, her thoughts wandering away.

The selection of a mentor was imminent, offering her the opportunity to identify deficiencies and gradually refine the thoughts swirling in her mind. As for the future, she had her plans. Once Kallum recovered from his illness, she intended to establish her own research center since she had a fondness for medical research. Of course, all of this was contingent on her dealing with those pesky individuals first.

Images of her adversaries, both known and unknown, flashed in her mind, one by one. Calista opened her eyes, her gaze icy cold.

Striking a deal with the Fairchilds is a wise decision. At least those enemies can't do anything to me for now. That said, I should still establish my own influence, in case I fall out with the Fairchilds in the future. It's unwise to put all of one's eggs in a basket. After washing up, Calista wiped her body dry, gathered her energy, and prepared to perform acupuncture on Kallum. The thought that his life was in her hands brought a mischievous grin to her face. She reached out to grab the neatly folded pajamas. Huh?

Calista picked it up to see. The pajamas she used to wear had always been of a conservative and adorable style, and it was clear the butler had prepared them. But this silk slip nightgown; isn't this a little too excessive? It's obviously too seductive! She glanced at the dirty clothes she threw on the floor, then picked up the bathroom phone to call Paul.

Extreme guilt engulfed Paul. He knew Calista would come looking for him, so he had prepared his excuses in advance.

"C... Clothes? Oh... It's like this. Mr. Kallum feels it's been rather cold recently, so we've adjusted the indoor temperature from sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit to eighty-two degrees Fahrenheit. I took the liberty to change the pajamas, and all the old ones have been discarded..." he said seriously.

Calista frowned. "Buy some more clothes, then. I prefer the style from before."

Sweat poured down Paul's forehead. "I... I can't make that decision. We need to consult Mr. Kallum first..."

For the first time, he rudely hung up the phone after saying those words, praying that Calista wouldn't call again.

stared at the phone in her hand, her eyebrows raised in contemplation, but eventually gave up, changed into a fresh set of pajamas, and started blow-drying her

see what

her damp hair clung to her silk nightgown. The nightgown, tailored to fit her measurements, accentuated her figure perfectly.

feast for his eyes. Not being able to touch was already a severe punishment in itself, so

that this approach would cause his much-prided self-control to crumble in an instant. His Adam's apple bobbed continuously, and only then

at

and looked down at him with her arms crossed over her chest,

this outfit your idea? What are you trying

his gaze, eventually settling on her face. Under the glow of the lights, her pupils shone brighter than a multitude of stars. His breath hitched, almost as if a hand had delicately grasped his heart. His gaze,

I just thought you'd look

icy demeanor, his blood was circulating rapidly, almost like it was blazing with

an eyebrow, her expression far

want to look because you can't touch? Kallum, aren't you perhaps a bit

voice

and her calling his name simply sent a strange thrilling sensation through his entire body. Have I been driven to

beyond my reach?

frustration, Calista leaned in closer. Her long hair

like you're really desperate,"