Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 687 Heartbeat Sacred Pearl won't reopen for another three months, otherwise, she wouldn't let that bitch Selena get away with it! But luckily, Sacred Pearl can't be reopened for three months, or she wouldn't be able to explain to the people in the research institute.

She doesn't believe that in three months, that useless woman Selena can do something that she, Diana, can't do.

A smirk on her lips as Diana looked at the bone puppet in her hand.

She put the puppet away and said casually, "Although the young master sided with Selena, he also promised me that from today onwards, | will be a honorable guest of the Anderson family. So, | will do my best to fight for more resources for the technical department.” Hearing this, the crowd looked at Diana with even more envy and awe.

Alina said angrily, "Thank goodness the young master still has some conscience and wasn't completely fooled by that vixen!" "He was only momentarily charmed by her appearance,” Diana said coldly. "What qualifications does a woman with a lowly background and nothing have to become the mistress of the Anderson family?" "Exactly. That woman has nothing except her face, and she's not even qualified to compare to you," Alina said, trying to flatter her. "When you become an A-level technician, the technical department will be under your control, and you will also have a place in the research institute and the police department..." Thinking of the grand scene, Alina couldn't help but swallow her saliva. "By then, those young masters from the aristocratic families in the capital will be rushing to court you.” Diana smiled and looked gloomy, but didn't say anything.

As Alina continued to flatter her, she was bumped by someone next to her.

She glanced at the furrowed brows of the others and realized that she had accidentally kissed the horse's leg with her flattery just now.

Everyone in the tech department knows that Diana is deeply infatuated with the man who already has a fiancée.

Osvaldo carried Selena back to the hotel room, placed her back on the sofa, and then crouched down in front of her.

Selena was confused. When she saw Osvaldo frown and gaze at her knee, she realized what the man was about to do.

She looked bitterly at her knee.

The wound that had just shown signs of improvement had opened up again, and it seemed that she would have to endure a few days of being carried in and out by the man.

Osvaldo pinched her ankle and lifted her skirt up a bit.

It was already autumn and raining today. Selena wore a snow-white knitted sweater on her upper body, a cotton skirt on her lower body, and cotton socks on her legs.

Osvaldo lifted up a section of her skirt and couldn't see the wound.

He frowned and subconsciously continued to lift up the skirt. It looked like he was going to lift it all the way up, but Selena hurriedly raised her hand to stop him and blushed, "I'll do it myself..." Osvaldo was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to realize that his hand was about to touch the bottom of her skirt.

All the senses in his body seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment.

Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the warm and delicate skin of the girl, her fingers curling restlessly around his hand, her pounding heartbeat, her shy and frightened breathing...

Just higher, and he can...

The man's dark eyes became so dim in an instant.

He stood up quickly, facing away from her, his voice hoarse and weak, "You have one minute!" Selena looked at the man standing in front of her, blushing not only on her face but also on her ears at this moment.

She moved her lips dryly, her heart pounding so loud that it felt like there were little people screaming inside, and in her blank mind, she couldn't think of anything else but clumsily taking off her cotton socks.

After she successfully removed her socks and placed her skirt above her knees, revealing the torn wound, she lifted her head and met the man's dark, bottomless eyes.

Osvaldo stood silently in front of her, all of his emotions hidden in his heart and his expressions concealed in his eyes. He appeared to her as the most beloved and infatuated gentle and handsome man.

Selena's heart rate was completely erratic at this moment, and she stared blankly at him.

Sensing her nervousness and confusion, the man took a step back and hid himself deeper.

Despite being a dominant master, his tone was gentle and compassionate at this moment, making it hard for people to bear.

His deep, dark eyes clearly reflected the shyness and confusion that Selena felt at this moment, and his lips formed a seductive curve. His voice was hoarse as if it were coated in honey. "Don't be afraid..." Pausing for a moment, he added in a very gentlemanly manner, "l won't bully you," unless you disagree.

In countless days and nights that followed, every time Selena recalled this scene, she wished she could go back in time and beat herself up for her foolishness, so that she could come to her senses.

The man's mouth was deceitful.

However, at this moment, the girl who was experiencing love for the first time and knew nothing about it, was filled with nothing but gratitude upon hearing this sentence.

She stared at the man in front of her, her face even blushing.

For a long time, her long eyelashes trembled, her gaze fell on the man's face, and she smiled with curved brows and eyes, taking the initiative to grab his hand. "Osvaldo, you're so good..." Listening to her praise, Osvaldo's blood-red lips curved into a faint smile.

Then he squatted down again, holding Selena's calf and carefully examining her wound.

While dealing with the young man wearing a fox mask just now, she had run violently several times, causing the wound to split open and blood to flow out, staining the gauze and cloth socks red.

Osvaldo brought new scissors and gauze, and cut off all the gauze that had been wrapped in the morning, threw it on the ground, and gently tore open the innermost medicine, revealing a bleeding wound.

When tearing the medicine, Selena winced in pain.

Osvaldo forcibly pressed her leg and blew on it like comforting a child, heartbroken.

Selena trembled uncontrollably.

Osvaldo pulled her calf and applied new medicine, and then wrapped it with gauze in circles.

Isabel saw this warm and romantic scene as soon as she woke up.

In the dim light of the sky, a man in black clothes was half kneeling on the ground, and his slender fingers were threading through the delicate and white legs of the girl, with a pious and gentle expression.

And the beautiful woman sat there, holding her face with both hands, smiling with her brows and eyes, looking extremely delicate and willful, obviously spoiled.

And the man's affection was originally meant for her.