Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 172 His Secret

However, Kallum swiftly stopped her.

Although the bottles of alcohol were sealed tightly, Kallum knew very well that fruit wine shouldn't be stored for long. This bottle must've gone bad. I can't let her drink it! Hence, he quickly snatched it away.

"What's the matter?" Calista tilted her head and looked at him, clearly discontented. "I've been hiding it for so long! Why won't you let me drink it?"

Kallum paused for a moment and said with great seriousness, "All of these are mine! Didn't you say you buried them for me? No one else can touch them but me!"

A look of realization dawned on Calista's face as she said in a hushed tone, "That's right... It's all yours... Since it's your birthday, are you willing to see me now?"

Once again, Kallum felt the urge to give his past self a good beating. He looked at her intently, his voice deep and serious. "As long as I'm alive, I want to spend every one of my birthdays with you... If you'd only give me the chance." Seeing him grasp her hand, Calista pulled back a bit petulantly. "You never used to pay me any attention! What's your hidden agenda?"

Kallum truly felt nonplussed. The whimsical thoughts of the little drunkard are indeed fantastical, but why is she so endearing?

"I don't have any hidden agendas. I was blind before, but now I can see." Seeing that Calista was still quite upset, Kallum tried to placate her, asking, "Do you know why I like to drink on my birthday?"

Calista's ears twitched, but she didn't look at him.

and said, "If you forgive me, I'll tell you. I haven't shared this secret with

hint of bitterness. For some reason, this made Kallum feel a warm surge in

at Calista, his gaze filled

your hair, Callie..." He reached for her hand once

it was about time, so she begrudgingly turned toward him. "All right, go

a reluctant tone, but in reality, her eyes were alight with curiosity and interest, seemingly taking delight in being the first to know a secret. Seeing her like this, no one would believe that she

and got drunk. In my drunken stupor, I accidentally broke my grandpa's antique. You should remember my grandpa, he really liked you. He

remember..." Calista's pale, delicate fingers touched her chin. "He always

was

him. He was always kind

he was very strict with

alcohol and scolded me in front of the entire family. He said if I continued to be impulsive, I wouldn't

voice echoed within the small cave, laced with a hint

trace of desolation flickered in

never exchanged another word with him, not a single one. Then, after half a year, he passed away. Before

set for a celebration, but his departure was so abrupt. That was my first encounter with death. It left a deep impression on me, especially when

me a