Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh
Chapter 864 Is Callum Still Alive?Chapter 864 Is Callum still alive? Seeing Leah's silence, Selena’s patience gradually wore thin. She lifted her chin and coldly reminded, "The award ceremony is about to start. This is your last chance!" Leah was provoked by Selena's condescending attitude and finally freed herself from the fear of facing Osvaldo. But thinking back to the painful experience of falling down the stairs last time, she dared not continue to provoke Selena in front of the man.
With a crazed look, she stared at Selena and hissed, "Selena, your father is still alive! If you want to know his whereabouts, do as | say!" Selena's expression suddenly changed, and she stared at Leah's eyes. For a moment, her usually calm and indifferent face showed signs of cracking.
Is Callum still alive? Selena's thoughts were momentarily chaotic. But... upon careful consideration, it did not seem entirely impossible.
Everyone said Callum was dead, but no one had ever seen his body, nor could they explain the cause of his death. If that man could survive in Arctic laboratory, then why not in the underground city? If he's still alive... why hasn't he come back home for so many years? Selena's heart trembled and she stared at Leah, her voice bone-chillingly cold, "Why should I believe you?" Leah sneered, "Because he's in David's hands. You can go ask your boyfriend. He might know but just didn't tell you." She stared at Selena with a pitying yet arrogant look, "Selena, | pity you, being raised by men to be so foolish and ignorant..." "David hates Nevaeh, this is not a secret in the circles of the capital's older generation. Because Nevaeh killed his beloved woman, and the Anderson family men are notoriously obsessed with love. David would love to torture Nevaeh in any way possible. How could he let you win the championship and help Nevaeh clear his name?" Leah grinned proudly, "If it weren't for this reason, how could someone like me catch David's eye? And how could | step on people like your father and get everything | want? It's all thanks to you and your mother..." The last sentence was nauseatingly obvious in its attempt to flatter Selena. And David used Callum to let Leah, a despicable and malicious thief, openly threaten Selena, attempting to seize the championship of the perfume competition and defile Nevaeh. It was utterly disgusting.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe chill on Selena's face grew heavier. With only two minutes left, Leah was afraid that Osvaldo would come in and ruin everything. Gritting her teeth, she whispered, "Selena, your father's life is in your hands. Think carefully before you speak later!" After speaking, she looked nervously towards the door and hurriedly hid in the booth.
As soon as Leah entered the booth, Osvaldo walked in. His expression was unchanged, and his eerie and bottomless eyes carried Selena out of the restroom.
Selena quietly hung her head, and the skin visible outside her clothes was so pale that it was almost bloodless.
Osvaldo held Selena and turned a corner, arriving at the VIP room on the second floor. He put her on the windowsill and looked at her, lowering his gaze.
The expression on Selena's face was one that he had never seen before: confusion.
Obviously, her inner emotions were not as calm as her outer appearance. Or, Selena was successfully hitting a soft spot, making her look vulnerable for the first time.
Even at the moment when Selena learned about the Turner family's massacre, she did not show this indescribable, sad emotion.
Osvaldo fluttered his black butterfly-like eyelashes and aching emotions poured out of his heart. He raised his hand and touched her eyes with his slender fingers. The expression on his face was indescribable, whether it was gentle or obsessive. "... Selena, you--" Suddenly, two ice-cold hands gripped his wrist. Osvaldo's gaze suddenly froze, falling on his right wrist.
Selena tightly held onto him, and the bandages on his wrist, which were wrapped tightly before, split open, and the bright red blood seeped out, staining Selena’s tender skin.
But she didn't seem to notice.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAterrifying shadow fell over Osvaldo's eyes, and a cold and dark feeling crept up in his heart. Selena raised her hand to rub her temples, as if trying to suppress her emotions and calm herself down. Her voice was slightly hoarse as she asked, "Can I... ask you a question?" Osvaldo shifted his gaze from the bloodstained area to Selena's face. He looked at her pale face with a gentle voice, shrouded in a terrifying shadow, "I won't hurt you, ever." Selena smiled and looked up at him, her face pale and expression somewhat wooden.
"Is my father really still alive?" Osvaldo carefully freed his hands from hers, wrapped his arms around her, and gave a positive answer, "Yes!" Selena buried her face in his chest and said softly, "That's great." The person who should be alive is still alive.
When Osvaldo heard her words, panic surged in his heart.
Selena cared so much about the Turner family. Upon hearing the news that Callum might still be alive, she should have relaxed, been happy, and then confidently gone to find Callum.
But even though she said "that's great," her emotions did not improve in the slightest.
Osvaldo pinched Selena's chin and lifted her face, his gaze sticking to her face, carefully examining Selena's expression.
Selena looked at him in confusion. She looked like a lost and helpless child whose parents were missing.
Akind of loss of control gradually overwhelmed Osvaldo, his voice cold as ice, "Do you have any other questions to ask me besides this?" Selena looked even more confused, seeming not to understand the meaning behind Osvaldo's words. "What?" Osvaldo's expression on his face was momentarily cold as if he were wearing a divine mask.
Besides the question about Callum, what did David ask that woman to say to her? The unexpected development made Osvaldo's heart uncontrollably violent. He leaned in and kissed Selena's face, "Selena, what are you thinking about?" His gentle breath slipped across her cheek, carrying a softness that coaxed a child...