Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

He was angry at Angie for not knowing the severity of the situation. After it was over, he didn't pay attention to her and walked away.

He looked around and realized that Angie was nowhere to be found.

Dominic furrowed his brow, took out his phone, and called Angie.

It took a while for her to answer on the other end, and Angie's petulant voice came through, "Brother." Dominic breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you?" Angie replied defiantly, "I don't want to see Selena. | went out to play on my own. You don't need to worry about me. I'll be back soon." Dominic's brow furrowed even tighter.

This was M City, and Angie was unfamiliar with the area. She was going out alone at night...

But then he thought that Angie was already in her twenties and he didn't need to worry at all.

After a few instructions, Dominic hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the hotel garden...

After hanging up the phone, Angie looked up and stared at the room on the top floor.

Shyness and anticipation crossed her beautiful and cute face.

She tightened her grip on her phone, her eyes filled with excitement, and a vicious confidence appeared on her face. "Selena, | will never give you a chance to win the championship!" After finishing her words, Angie checked her dress and makeup, which she had specially changed. Once she was sure there were no problems, she raised her head with a malicious and confident smile and walked towards the elevator.

At the same time, Selena arrived at the café.

She sat in a window seat and ordered a cup of unsweetened coffee for herself.

The night wind was cold, blowing through the open window and making her skin chilly.

As Selena was lost in thought, the phone on the table suddenly buzzed.

She smiled slightly at the flashing name on the screen.

She dropped the spoon in her hand and answered the call.

Osvaldo's voice came through the screen, dark and cool but with a hint of tenderness. "Where are you?" Selena smiled faintly. "Café." Osvaldo paused for a moment, but didn't ask her what she was doing in the café at night.

He just chuckled and his charming voice came through the phone, clear in her ears. "Selena, do you remember what you promised me?" Selena was taken aback.

What did she promise Osvaldo? If someone bullied her, she had to tell him.

When she left, she had to say goodbye to him.

She had to give him the perfume and trophy she won in the competition.

As Selena remembered these promises one by one, she suddenly realized that she had made so many promises to a man without even realizing it.

Plus those favors that haven't been paid back yet...

Selena broke out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason.

She rubbed her pale fingers over her forehead and suppressed the excess emotions in her heart, and whispered, "Yes..." Osvaldo chuckled, his voice tinged with an inscrutable flavor, "Since you remember, you must keep your promise.” Selena's long eyelashes trembled as she remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Okay." Sensing her unusual emotions, the man fell silent for a moment before his dark voice became even more tender to the bone.

"Selena, don't be afraid." Don't be afraid.

| will protect you.

Selena felt a long-lost warmth and care.

It seemed that someone had said these words to her a long, long time ago.

Who was that person? She couldn't remember.

After a moment of confusion in her eyes, she regained her firm and reserved demeanor.

She smiled and said firmly, "I'm not afraid.” Besides death, she was not afraid of anything.

No matter what stood in her way, as long as it hindered her from going home, she would step on it and tear it apart.

No one could stop her from going home! Osvaldo chuckled softly, his gentle voice creeping slowly into Selena's ears, "You're obviously very afraid..." Selena, "777?" When had she shown fear in front of this man? How could he tease her like this...

"When you're sick and have to get a shot, you're so scared that you cry, and you're afraid of being bitter, and you absolutely refuse to take medicine..." How could such a pretty and delicate girl say that she wasn't afraid? Selena had actually forgotten about this.

It was definitely a pot of fever that burned her mind to confusion! Osvaldo's voice was very soft and gentle, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, with a hint of seduction, "So you should tell me that you're very scared, and as your husband, I'l find a way to make you not scared..." As long as those who hurt her disappeared, she would naturally always be beautiful, delicate, and radiant.

Selena, ".." What kind of tone was this, trying to lure her? Selena thought carefully and suddenly understood where the man's abnormal behavior came from.

The Turner family's past was too bloody and heavy.

If Selena really had a relationship with the Turner family, she would surely be sad and upset.

The man deliberately called to comfort her when he heard her ask about the Turner family.

Selena breathed a sigh of relief.

She pressed her heart and suppressed some foolish thoughts, with a touched smile on her lips, "I'm fine." After a moment's thought, she added, "Really, I'm fine. Patrick helped me, and | have to invite him for a cup of coffee, for both gratitude and reason." Osvaldo chuckled softly and murmured, "Okay." As she put down her phone, Selena's frustration dissipated and she once again became the stunning beauty she was known for.

Soon after, Patrick walked in.

He draped his coat over the back of the chair, closed the window, and sat opposite Selena.

Stirring her coffee absentmindedly, Selena looked at the young man with a handsome face and asked with a smile, "Mr. Turner, you invited me out, what did you want to say?" Patrick's gaze was faint, and there was no emotion in his voice as he said, "Nothing, | just noticed your exceptional perfuming skills and wanted to ask for your advice." The stirring of Selena's coffee came to an almost imperceptible halt as she inquired nonchalantly, "What kind of advice?" Patrick looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Lady Selena, have you heard of ‘City of Charm'?" Selena was stunned, as if something had lightly bumped into her heart, and she felt a strange sensation. "What is that?" she asked.

A mixture of joy and sadness crossed Patrick's icy face as he replied, "It's a perfume that Lady Nevaeh created years ago." Selena's heart trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Patrick turned his head and looked out the window, his voice filled with nostalgia and yearning, "The world only knows that Lady Nevaeh left behind ‘City of Charm,’ but they don't know that the fragrance recipe was actually given to her by another man."