Her Vengeful Rebirth

Chapter 224 I Am Not Afraid

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His voice was deep and husky, his intens with piercing focus on her eyes.”

ning a

it wandered over her form, finally anchoring

Under his penetrating stare, Calista found herself trembling, yet she managed to maintain a steady voice. “I won’t, even if you were to take me now.”

Her words were nothing short of seduction.

Kallum responded by lowering his head and passionately capturing her lips with his own, his movements reflecting a fervor as if celebrating the last moments before an apocalypse. Even in this whirlwind of emotions that clouded his judgment, Kallum remained mindful not to cause her any pain. His lips worked over hers with an intense desire to consume, to fully integrate her into his very essence, yet he consciously restrained this primal urge. It was a constant struggle, a tug–of–war between raw instinct and disciplined restraint.

Their passionate exchange left their clothes slightly rumpled, and only then did they break away from their heated embrace.

Breathing heavily by her ear, Kallum’s voice was a cocktail of agony and ecstasy.

“You’re a wicked woman,” he declared, his tone tinged with sweetness yet edged with a rough, gritted delivery. for you couldn’t deepen

Just when I thought my I

You wicked woman, I don’t think I could ever let you go, not even

chuckle. “What was meant to be a touching romantic confession somehow sounded more like a plot

his demeanor shedding any lingering gloom and regaining its

now slightly propping herself up from beneath him, replied with a playful edge, “Let’s

even exit the car, they were met by a

to the police station, identified by the butler as a carrier of the K Virus, necessitating his

that Sterling, confirmed to be infected, had bitten Kallum during an altercation. Now, outside the Fairchild Manor’s gates, we’re attempting

the stakes were incredibly

the Fairchild Manor’s doorstep, resolved

Sat Jun

Am Not

you received the antibody injection while in the car and successfully

at her, an amused

Shall we

took his hand.

greeted by a barrage of flashing cameras. The intense scrutiny reminded him of his first press conference as Fairchild Group’s leader–his first public declaration

avoidance of public appearances, at

reporters swarmed over, seizing this rare chance to capture the elusive young CEO without restrictions–previously,

appearing slightly weakened yet still imposing, maintained his regal air. His profound violet eyes and the subtle curve of his lips projected an aura of dominance, as if he stood above all others. Now with his left hand bandaged and