Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 273 The couple at odds? Dominic thought to himself, but he didn't forget the business.

He looked at Mrs. Walson, "Mom, we can go tell the Riddle family the news right now." After all, Selena was already married.

If she lashes out at that time, the Riddle family will not even be prepared and will probably suffer a loss.

Mrs. Walson smiled, her eyes cold, "Wait longer, it's not the right time yet." Alberto was selfish and short-sighted by nature.

Even though he knew this news, he would not immediately transfer the shares in his hand to Leah.

Instead, what he is more likely to do is to take the opportunity to reclaim the shares in the hands of Leah and Molly.

Only when Selena had pushed him to the point where there was no way out of life would he transfer all his shares to Leah.

And that, too, was the outcome that Mrs. Walson most wanted.

She glanced at Dominic and discontentedly warned, "Dominic, remember, you've already completely lost Selena, if you can't even catch Leah again, then in the future, all four members of our family will definitely die at Talon's hands." After Selena left Creephia, Dominic was just as lost as if he had lost his soul.

Treating Leah, he still looked gentle and considerate, but Mrs. Walson, as a mother, could still clearly detect his absent- mindedness.

Dominic's face was gloomy and he immediately stood up, lifting his steps to walk out, "I'm going to the hospital to see Leah." He must have been even nicer to Leah.

He wanted to prove to Selena that he hadn't been wrong in choosing Leah, that it had always been her who was wrong.

Selena wanted to see him regret? Absolutely not.

After having dinner, Selena remotely overlooked the shooting situation of the crew in the garden, and after instructing Hattie a few words, she went back to her room to sleep.

Twelve o'clock at midnight.

A hand silently pushed open the door to Selena's room.

The man, cloaked in the night air, walked to the bed, his eyes frozen like stagnant water, showing a slight trace of miss and love as they fell on the face of the sleeping girl in front of the bed.

He leaned down slightly, his cold, treacherous breath close to hers, his thin, red lips falling on her forehead, spilling out the ultimate tender words, "Good night." The sleeping Selena seemed to feel a reassuring scent, and her furrowed brow loosened.

She rolled over, her arms coming forward unconsciously, and took his arms into her arms.

The eyes of Osvaldo turned deep.

His long, strong, lean arms were wrapped in the young girl's arms through her thin nightgown.

In the darkness, all his senses were magnified countless times.

His hand was delicately pressed against the young girl's soft body, and the slightest movement of his fingers could touch her most forbidden spot.

The deep black eyes of Osvaldo's lustful eyes were flushed with desire, struggling to get out, and were forced back by strong reason.

If he had had her by force at this time, Selena would havefled.

There was no chance of him ever seeing her smile again, of making peace with her.

Osvaldo stared at Selena's delicate side face, his gaze dark, obscure and indefinable, his voice hoars.

His thin lips pressed to her ear, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you know who | am?" If a strong and calm girl like her shows such a gesture of attachment to a man, that man must be very important to her.

The expectation was vaguely in the heart of Osvaldo.

If she had called out his name, he would not have been able to suppress himself and would have confessed his feelings to her.

He would let her know how much he really liked her.

Selena seemed to have heard it, her eyelashes fluttered and she mumbled, "Stanley." The darkness around him seemed to boil up for a moment as his breath stagnated.

He stared deadly into Selena's face, his dark eyes had formed a layer of ice.

He did not expect that this woman, who had never taken the initiative to call him by his name, had, deep down, another man hidden inside her.

And that man occupies a place in her heart that is surprisingly more important than his.

In the eyes of Osvaldo, rage gradually rose up, and a second before he started to tear Selena's nightgown, the sound of Leia shivering in the darkness came out.

"Madam... will be scared.” The hand that had reached Selena's neck was abruptly stopped in mid-air.

His eyes were locked on Selena like a cage, and he was suffused with a creepy, decadent coldness.

The sleeping Selena, by the temperature of his body, shivered from the cold, and her eyelashes trembled as if she was about to wake up.

Osvaldo saw the glint of unease between her brows and his breath hitched.

The touch under his eyes faded away, and his deep black eyes stared at Selena without moving.

The invisible silence depressed the air to near dead silence.

At the moment before Selena was about to wake up, Osvaldo finally moved.

He leaned over his bloodless thin lips and kissed her hair, his gentle tone was like coaxing a child, "It's okay, don't be afraid." Along with the gentle tone, there was a touch of deep affection.

Perhaps it was this hint of heartfelt affection that once again soothed Selena's uneasy emotions.

She hugged the arms tightly in her arms, pillowed his hand, and soon fell asleep again.

Osvaldo did not move a muscle.

He maintained that motion, his eyes fell on her, his gaze cold and frenzied.

Selena finally fell asleep again.

Osvaldo wordlessly drew out his arm, gave her one last deep look and turned to stride away.

A gust of wind blew through the window, driving the curtains to rattle.

In the darkness, all was once again silent.

When Selena woke up the next morning, she always felt that something was not quite right.

Especially when she walked down the stairs and didn't see Osvaldo at the table, the feeling of disconnection in her heart increased in a moment.

She frowned and walked over to the table and sat down.

The servants, who used to chatter, were, for some reason, unusually silent today.

Even the butler, who appears in the hall every morning, is nowhere to be seen.

Everywhere, the difference is evident.

Selena pressed her eyebrows and looked at Leia who was staring at her listlessy, hesitating for a moment, she still spoke out and asked, "Your young master didn't come back this morning?" Osvaldo had called her yesterday and said he would be back this morning.

He never lied to her.

She was holding expectation that she would see him sitting at the dining table when she came downstairs.

She was even ready to smile and say "good morning" to him.

But surprisingly, she did not see Osvaldo.

Nor did she receive a call from him.

This made Selena feel lost, even the mood to eat breakfast was gone.

Leia knitted her eyebrows and looked at her, wanting to say something, "Young master-"