Her Vengeful Rebirth

Chapter 318 Will You Be My Friend.

Gripping the railing tightly, Calista observed as the stream of cars and people below, decreased in size. Her- breathing became heavier, and her eyes flickered with uncertainty, unable to shake off the negative emotions that exploded and dispersed in all directions.

She felt a sharp pain akin to a needle piercing her temples, and she even “saw” clusters of shadows appearing before her eyes, leaving her gasping for air in a suffocating sensation.

Suddenly, the sound of a lock turning at the door started Calista, prompting her to swiftly retreat to a corner of the balcony and instinctively curl herself into a ball. Her heart pounded irregularly, and for a moment, all rational thought deserted her.

Meanwhile, after Wyatt left, he was plagued by constant worry. His secret love for Calista tormented him, and witnessing her current state made it impossible for him to focus on his mission.

He had walked halfway down the road, only to turn back and return home. However, upon entering, all he could see were leftovers scattered on the floor, with Calista nowhere to be found.

“Calista?”

In a rush, he frantically searched the room, finding the keys and money still on the table. Surely, Calista. hadn’t simply left like that, had she?

However, the room was empty. Instinctively, Wyatt moved toward the balcony.

When he spotted Calista in the corner, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, the fear in Calista’s eyes made his heart leap into his throat again.

“Calista?”

come any

signaling that she wouldn’t

tell that Calista was greatly upset, and

was perfectly

more extreme her thoughts might

I promise I won’t interfere with you in the

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gentle. Seeing that Calista remained motionless, warily watching him, a stalemate ensued. Biting his teeth, Wyatt gradually moved closer, squatting down and raising both his hands high, afraid that

gaze became increasingly sharp. Her mind was in turmoil, and her

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before he could finish speaking, a loud thud echoed as Calista violently smashed the flower pot against his body.

his head, but Wyatt managed to dodge in the nick of time. As a result, the pot struck

himself rigid in place, afraid that any movement might be misinterpreted as a hostile

her gaze remained sharp as she

“Ha…”

and handsome face glistening with sweat, yet

he suggested, tightening his grip before slowly

nestled in a shady corner, her spot devoid of sunlight. She found herself captivated by his hand, focusing on the glimmer dancing at his fingertips.

eyes.

a sudden wave of emotions. He had never fathomed that

intense, glistening eyes bore into him

of sadness. It was evident that she hadn’t contemplated the prospect–how could someone like Wyatt, a member of the Langley family, ever

to be adversaries in the days to come, and she vowed to never let