Rebirth To Be The Revenge Queen

Chapter 1287 Take me away "Do you really like her as a person, or is it just because she saved you?" Selena asked.

Constance was once again struck by a secret that she couldn't touch. The smug expression on her face froze once again as she stared guardedly at Selena. Every nerve in her body was screaming in alarm at this moment.

Dante looked at Selena in confusion, wondering why she asked that.

"I'm just curious,” Selena smiled as she looked at Constance's frightened face, "If you value Constance as a person, forgive me for being blunt -" "Appearance-wise, among all the young ladies, Constance is not particularly outstanding. In terms of character, Miss Constance's malicious and hypocritical character is already well-known to everyone.” "Any normal man cannot possibly like such an ordinary-looking, low-born, and ill-natured woman, so... what do you like about her?" Constance was humiliated by Selena’s public belittlement, her lips trembling with anger as she sounded the alarm bells in her heart.

If Selena were a stranger, Dante would not have bothered to answer her question. But Selena was the woman that Osvaldo liked. Dante would not, and dared not, be disrespectful to her. He firmly said, "She saved my life with her own." Memories flowed back, as if he had returned to that summer night five years ago.

A bloodied teenager stumbled through the jungle, the sound of angry shouts and gunshots close behind. If they caught him, he would face a fate worse than death.

The feeling of impending death was so clear that he thought he would die on that summer night, on that unknown night.

Suddenly, a pair of slender hands appeared and dragged him into the bushes. In the darkness, the girl hugged him tightly, her slender body frail, and her voice beautiful and calm, unlike anything he had ever heard.

"Don't be afraid," she pressed down on his shoulder and lowered her voice. "Stay here and don't move. I'll lead them away." No - he instinctively refused, wanting to grab her hand.

Then, his body weakened from blood loss, he couldn't even open his eyes to look at her.

The girl seemed to understand what he meant and took the initiative to hold his hand. The icy coolness of her palm transmitted clearly to his hand.

She seemed to smile, with a certain indescribable taste. "Don't worry, | can run fast. They can't catch me." The boy, using his last bit of strength, held onto her hand. Even though it was covered in blood, his hand was still smooth and delicate, able to clearly feel the rough calluses in the girl's palm.

"You're so beautiful. Your parents must love you very much," the girl's voice was light, as if it could disappear at any moment. "So you have to live well." The boy tried hard to stop his increasingly muddled mind and whispered in protest, "Don't go..." "Search everywhere! He must be nearby! Catch that little brat, | want to skin him alive!" The flashlight beam, accompanied by the furious shouts, was getting closer and closer.

At that moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely, cutting through the nerves of the boy and girl.

The boy trembled uncontrollably and instinctively grabbed the girl's hand, "Don't go." The girl broke free from the boy's weak grip and stood up, "Hide well, don't make a sound, and you'll be fine." Just before running out, she suddenly stopped again, turned her back to him, and said in a dead tone, "If possible, please don't forget my name." "I'm Kyra." After speaking, the girl pushed aside the grass and ran towards the light on her own initiative.

"Don't go... don't... go..." The boy murmured, tears mixed with blood flowing down from the corner of his eye, but eventually succumbing to the pain of his severe injury and loss of blood, he quickly fell unconscious.

When he woke up again, he was in the hospital with Luke sitting by his side taking care of him.

Dante, in a hospital gown, pounced on Luke and grabbed his shoulder, shouting hoarsely, "Where is she? Where did you guys hide her?!" Luke was confused, "Who?" The boy searched frantically, "Kyra..." Luke frowned, "Dante, are you talking about the person who saved you from the mountain?" The boy turned around and stared at him with bloodshot eyes, "Where is she? Give her back to me! Give her back to me!!" Just as Luke was about to speak, the sound of the door being pushed open came from outside, and a beautiful girl stood there against the light, smiling, "You finally woke up? You were covered in blood, you really scared me..." Mrs. Baxter's voice came from outside the door, "Constance, why are you walking so fast?" The boy's gaze fell on her face and murmured, "Constance..." Constance came in, looked at him, and her eyes lit up with surprise, "You seem to be okay, that's great. It wasn't for nothing that | went through all that trouble to bring you down from the mountain..." As soon as she finished speaking, the young man suddenly pounced on her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her heavily into his arms. His voice was choked, "You finally came back, | knew you wouldn't leave me behind..." Constance looked shocked and confused for a moment, but then she calmly smiled and gently patted the young man's shoulder.

"Of course | wouldn't leave you alone. Seeing you alive makes me... happy." Upon hearing Dante's words, Selena's mocking expression intensified. "So because Constance risked her life to save you, you've decided to risk your life to love her and let her get away with anything she does wrong. But what if..." "What if the person who saved you wasn't her?" Another nightmare hit Constance hard, crushing her like she was falling into hell. Her pupils widened in a sickly way, her mouth twitched violently, and it seemed like she would completely break down in the next second.

She shook Dante like crazy, crying and pleading, "Dante, it hurts so much. | don't want to be Miss Baxter anymore, | don't want anything, please, please take me away from here..." "We'll go, we'll leave here..." Dante was stunned for a moment, his mind buzzing with emptiness.

He slowly lifted his head, staring at Selena with a dry voice, "What?" The sudden reversal left everyone in the hall shocked.

"What does Miss Turner mean? The person who saved Dante wasn't Constance?" "If it wasn't Constance, then who was it?" Selena sneered and suddenly looked in the direction of the door. "Miss Kyra has been watching for so long, why not come in and say something?"