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

you? Just when I

wicked woman, I don’t think

sigh and let out a gentle chuckle. “What was meant to be a touching romantic confession

allowed a laugh to escape, his demeanor shedding any lingering gloom and regaining its usual vibrancy. “You won’t regret today,

from beneath him, replied with a playful edge, “Let’s just wait and see

they could even exit the car, they were met by a throng of

to the police station, identified by the butler as a carrier of the K Virus, necessitating his immediate isolation. However, the main focus at

an altercation. Now,

suppressing this news was futile–too many had witnessed it. Furthermore, the stakes were incredibly high, as the spread

Fairchild Manor’s doorstep, resolved to

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received the antibody injection while in the car

glanced at her, an amused chuckle escaping,

worried. Shall we go

Calista took his hand. “Sure.”

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

usual avoidance of public appearances, at this moment, their

to capture the elusive young CEO

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