Her Rebirth of Retribution

As for Kallum, Calista simply scoffed while meticulously bandaging Wyatt's wound.

"Do you still want to eat something?"

After tending to his wounds, Calista naturally wouldn't expect a sick person to cook for her. Despite having not eaten for several days and struggling to even dress his wounds, she was accustomed to putting on a brave face. No one could ever tell how she was truly feeling.

For some unknown reason, Wyatt was in high spirits. His eyes glanced at Calista's stomach with an indiscernible look. "So, you're finally hungry. I'll cook. I've only injured my left hand, not my right one."

After he finished speaking, he promptly pushed Calista onto the couch without giving her a chance to respond.

Seeing him turn toward the kitchen, Calista was initially taken aback, but then she suddenly felt a sense of ease. Wyatt had matured significantly since a year ago, though the cause of this development remained unknown. Meanwhile, after finally managing to sleep for an hour, Kallum was abruptly awakened by the ringing of his phone.

"Mr. Kallum, the drone has captured footage of Ms. Calista!"

Flynn's voice was filled with excitement. The drone was merely his idea to help, but in the brief glimpse it caught over the city, it managed to capture an image of Calista, which was a delightful surprise. Kallum quickly regained his senses.

"Send the video over!"

As he spoke, he turned on the computer, immediately receiving a video feed. There, on a balcony, Calista was seen, her head bowed low as she leaned on the railing.

The screen flickered momentarily. Due to the drone's programmed settings, it was set to scan for Calista's face. However, Calista had her head lowered at the time and her face was not captured, thus it was merely a fleeting glimpse. However, one image was enough. After freezing the video, Kallum was quite certain that it was indeed her.

"Find out where this place is and get the car ready!"

As he was getting dressed, he was simultaneously issuing orders, wishing he could instantly teleport to Calista's side.

He had a myriad of questions for her, but the moment he found her, his only concern was her well-being. Nothing else mattered. The most important thing was that she was unharmed.

Meanwhile, Calista had no idea that Mirabelle hadn't exposed her, but Kallum still managed to find her. She was currently standing at the doorway, watching Wyatt prepare breakfast. Although it was called breakfast, it was already close to ten o'clock. Suddenly, Calista felt an intense pang of hunger.

At that moment, Wyatt was meticulously cracking eggs one by one. With utmost care, he managed to crack an egg into the pan using just one hand. Seeing Calista watching, he seemed eager to prove his capability.

With a smile, he said, "Don't worry, cracking an egg with one hand is my forte!"

As he spoke, he picked up the second egg. However, he exerted too much forge and bits of eggshell fell into the pan. He hurriedly tried to scoop them out with a spatula, butit was too late. The egg had already merged with the first one. Wyatt broke the egg, hoping to remove the shells, but the egg had shattered into pieces and he couldn't find where the shells were. Instead, a faint scent of burning rose from the pan. The egg was now scorched...

Wyatt felt a bit awkward, clearing his throat subtly. Immediately, he discarded the egg he was holding, wiped the pan clean, and fetched another egg.

"I just made a mistake."

However, the fresh egg seemed to be challenging him. No matter what he did, he just couldn't crack it open perfectly with one hand.

Calista never expected that Wyatt, a police officer, would have such an amusing side. She walked over and rescued the unfortunate cracked egg from his hands, successfully getting it into the pot.

As the aroma of the eggs wafted

through the air, Calista was

suddenly hit by a wave of nostalgia. There was a time when she lived alone, without being surrounded by wait staff. She would cook for

herself, and sometimes she even felt that the happiest moments of her

life

were those when she was

preparing delicious meals on her

own.

When did it all begin? She found herself increasingly unable to feel joy. Life, for her, had turned into a monotonous existence, with occasional bursts of excitement that were fleeting at best.

So, the grueling three years I've spent at the research institute had such a profound effect on my psyche? She had always believed that as long as she persevered and didn't give up, she wouldn't be affected and end up like the other subjects who lost their sanity.

"Let me do it." Calista suddenly expressed an interest in frying the egg. "I'm actually quite good at cooking, would you like to try it?"

Wyatt was skeptical. In their social circle, it was rare for someone to cook for themselves. Most had housekeepers to do it. Calista can actually cook, and her culinary skills are good?

With this thought, he dimmed his gaze, indirectly confirming that she had endured much hardship that she didn't have to.

Seeing that Wyatt did not respond, Calista subconsciously prepared his portion as well. The eggs were fried to a crispy perfection, with just right amount of saltiness.

Coincidentally, both Calista al Peel

Wyatt shared the same preference for their eggs to be fried until the yolks were well done.

When Calista spotted some pasta, she decided against having bread and prepared two bowls of pasta carbonara instead. As the finely chopped green onions and eggs blanketed the creamy white pasta, Wyatt couldn't help but salivate even though he had already had breakfast. Catching a glimpse of the thin layer of sweat on Calista's forehead, Wyatt then realized just how taxing it was for someone who hadn't eaten for several days to make breakfast.

"Sorry, I should have been the one to do it."

Calista returned to the small living room, carrying two bowls of pasta, and spoke with a casual tone.

"It's okay, I'd feel really bad if you had to cook for me while you're injured."C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.