Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 130 I Will Do It Right then, Kallum took the pen from her.

"You don't know how? Letteach you then!" Kallum laughed arrogantly as if there was nothing in the world that could ever stump him.

Calista remained defiant. "All right then. Teach me." She handed him the textbook, her disbelief evident. She was sure that Kallum hadn't practiced such things for years. If her memory, which was excellent, had failed her, then there was no way he could remember. To her surprise, he really did remember.

Pointing at the problem, Kallum slowly said, "You've calculated this coordinate's value incorrectly. I recall that this..." He explained each point with composure, clearly breaking down the problem at hand, and wrote out every key learning point encompassed by the problem. His handwriting was pleasing to the eye, whether it was letters or numbers, each stroke exuded a bold elegance. It was just like his personality-conspicuous yet impossible to dislike.

At first, Calista couldn't deny her confusion, but gradually, she found herself getting lost in the discourse. During that day's lecture, it felt as if she was listening to gibberish. However, Kallum patiently guided her, breaking down the complex concepts, and allowing her to gradually grasp the essence of the lesson.

There was no denying it, Kallum was indeed quite clever.

In truth, he was far more than just intelligent.

In her early years under her stepmother's care, Calista always kept a low profile. Consistently being at the top of her class wasn't something she would ordinarily strive for. However, ever since the tMrs. Fairchild mentioned that Kallum always ranked first, the idea took root in her mind. It seemed as if, by doing so, she could be a little closer to him.

After all those years, ranking first seemed to have becan obsession of hers.

"Are you zoning out?" Kallum frowned, his violet eyes filled with displeasure as they bored into Calista's. That was the first the had ever been so patient in explaining something to someone.

Regaining her composure, Calista gave him an inscrutable glance, firmly stating, "No." "How do you solve this problem then?" His question was only greeted with silence.

"I just explained three solutions to this problem. Surely you didn't miss all of them?" Kallum raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

With a snap, Calista closed the book, her face stern as she declared, "I've got it already!" "Is that so?" A hint of amusement danced in Kallum's eyes. "How about I give you a similar question to test what you've learned?" Calista looked at Kallum's somewhat smug expression, which triggered a sudden annoyance.

She gave him a quick once-over, her tone strictly professional as she questioned, "Have you finished reading the documents? Have you completed the required exercises? How far along are we with today's treatment?" Kallum could not be fooled. He knew she was trying to change the subject. "We're talking about your studies now-" "You haven't even finished your tasks. What gives you the right to bossaround?" Calista raised her delicate chin, giving him a defiant look. It's just one problem after all. I can always go through the book of solutions to learn it.

Kallum suddenly laughed. For sreason, he found it incredibly endearing to see embarrassment under Calista's cold facade.

Seeing Kallum laugh, Calista felt even worse. Why has Kallum's character improved after getting sick? No matter what tantrums I throw or what harsh words I say, his reactions are just so odd. Looks like my only option is to play my trump card. She glanced at her wristwatch.

"Today is the third day. It's tforto give you an acupuncture. Take off your clothes." Calista issued an order. Sure enough, Kallum hesitated for a moment before displaying a peculiar expression.

When Kallum was in love, he was indeed passionate. However, his passion was not exhibited through physical exposure. When Calista requested him to fully undress lie on stomach for the 31 acupuncture treatment, he found the situation awkward. After all, he was deeply in love with that woman, and to be open and transparent with each other was truly exciting.

Thus, in fear of embarrassing himself, it was inevitable that Kallum felt somewhat awkward.

However, his pride prevented him from showing any signs of it, though there were still subtle indications. For el instance, during the acupuncture session, he hardly spoke a word, and his entire body was tense as if he was facing a formidable adversary. Calista subtly curled her lips, "Well, aren't you going to undress? Or do you needto do it for you? It's not like I haven't seen it all before. There's nothing new." Her provocative words made Kallum's ears turn red. He narrowed his eyes and huffed, saying, "So, that means you're quite pleased with my physique. Otherwise, you wouldn't remember it so vividly."

That night from months ago remained fresh in their memories.

They couldn't recall their feelings at that time, but every tthey thought about it a subtle wave of emotions would surprisingly spread. Calista didn't bother wasting words with him. She stood by the bed, arms crossed over her chest, watching him. "Do you really wantto get involved?" "No! I'll do it myself!" Kallum glanced at her, unable to

utter the words to ask her to look away. Yet, under her gaze, his body involuntarily tensed up Heceyes e were cold, but when they landed on him, they could scorch his entire body. It was no exaggeration to say that if she looked at him a few more times, he would get aroused.

Luckily, his lower body was covered by the blanket and he would be getting the treatment with his back facing upward.

His slender fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt. At which button will Calista finally turn her head? Meanwhile, Calista kept her arms crossed over her chest while watching him. There was a look in her eyes that perhaps even she didn't fully understand.

The autumn breeze, carrying a hint of peony fragrance, swept in. Warm sunlight bathed over Kallum as if cloaking him in a halo. His slender fingers skillfully undid each button. His movements were unhurried, exuding natural elegance.