A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 768

She truly cared about Silas and his mother. If it hadn’t been for Eamon Baker shielding him, Silas would have been long gone.

And Oliver, God, what a shameless jerk. Back then, he’d done everything to wipe Silas out, but now that he sees some use in him, he’s crawling back like nothing happened.

What a joke. He’s dreaming if he thinks he can waltz in and get what he wants. If he dares to show his face, she’s ready to deal with him.

She wasn’t about to let the man she cared about get hurt. Not a chance!

“You know, Callie, you’re wonderful. If Silas’s mom were still around, she’d have loved you.”

“She always wanted a daughter,” Silas said, his eyes dark and unreadable as he looked at Calliope.

Calliope nodded, “I saw pictures of her. I liked her too. She was a real knockout.”

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Next room over.

Oliver was practically doubled over from the pain between his legs. That split he’d been forced into damn near tore every muscle he had. He was losing his mind. He glared at the bodyguards who’d just been dancing with him.

“A bunch of idiots! Did I tell you to dance? I’m in agony here, probably cursed, and you’re all out there shaking your butts like it’s prom night?”

“Morons! Absolute morons!”

He kept cursing, but it didn’t make him feel any better, especially with his legs throbbing like hell.

He was furious. He wanted to tear Calliope apart.

And then he remembered what she’d said: if he didn’t take the antidote, he’d just keep on dancing.

He didn’t know if she was bluffing or not, but with how out of control his body felt, it scared him.

He glanced at his bodyguards. They’d clearly heard what Calliope said, too.

One of them hesitantly spoke up, “Um, Ms. White mentioned there might be some chocolate-covered raisins in her room. Should I go ask for some?”

Oliver’s face turned pale.

If Oliver really ate them, she planned to tell him the truth: they didn’t work at all. He’d eaten them for nothing.

She was going to make sure he never forgot it.

They watched as the bodyguard handed over the “chocolate raisins” to Oliver.

Oliver stared down at the handful of rabbit poop, his expression torn. “Do I really have to eat this?”

He looked like he might be sick.

“You have to, sir,” the bodyguard said seriously. “It’s for your own good. What if you lose control again?”

That did make a kind of twisted sense.

But still, it was rabbit poop!

He thought of Calliope’s smug face and felt a surge of rage. He wanted to wring her neck.