Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 837 Check! At first glance at the man's familiar eyes, his skin was cold and white, and water was still dripping from his hair.

Selena looked at him for a long time before suddenly smiling, "Osvaldo..." Osvaldo leaned in and placed a gentle kiss between her eyebrows, "It's okay..." His lips were cool as they touched her skin, causing her heart to flutter.

Selena's eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "There's a child in there too..." Osvaldo glanced at the child next to them whose complexion had already improved, and said coldly, "He's fine." After that, he didn't give Selena a chance to speak and picked her up, walking towards the banquet hall.

After Selena confirmed that it was safe, she fell asleep in his arms again.

It wasn't until the two of them left that everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, clutching their chests.

The Anderson family's prince really was as cruel as the rumors had it...

Osvaldo took Selena into a presidential suite, ran the hot water in the bathroom without hesitation, stripped her clean of her clothes, and put her in the bathtub.

But Osvaldo didn't like it here. He gave Selena a hot bath, draped her in a robe, and used a hair dryer to dry her hair before the door was opened.

Joanna walked in with a medicine kit, a slightly cold smile on her lips. "Hold your breath so you don't scare your baby," she said as she walked over to the bed and checked on Selena. Once she confirmed that there were no other problems besides the after- effects of the fall, she turned her attention to the wound on Selena's hand.

As soon as Joanna saw the wound on Selena's palm, her face grew even colder.

Callum left something behind that Selena had to help with, but her hand had been cut with a knife at this very moment... This was definitely not a coincidence! Osvaldo stood by the side as Joanna applied medicine to Selena’s wound and bandaged it. She said, "You never taught her to be on guard against others? She won't be able to protect that child if someone sets a trap for her..." Selena had already fallen into a trap like this in Creephia last time.

She didn't expect to fall into a similar trap this time.

After applying the medicine, Joanna stood up. Just as she turned around, she bumped into Osvaldo's ghostly and cold eyes, emitting a chilling cold light.

Joanna felt a chill down her back as a dense coldness crawled through her body. "This guy... he couldn't really want to turn Selena into someone as heartless as him, could he?" On the hospital bed, Selena had regained some of her energy. She opened her eyes and looked over, then froze. Sensing the strange atmosphere, she furrowed her brow slightly and asked, "Joanna?" Joanna shifted her body and turned her head back with a perfect and flawless smile, like a mannequin. "Do you have any discomforts left?" Selena hesitated for a moment and shook her head. "Aside from being weak and my wound hurting, no." "I'll give you some medicine. Remember to take it on time," Joanna said.

Selena's pretty face immediately wrinkled into a frown. "Make sure the medicine isn't too bitter..." Joanna took a deep breath. "Okay." Then she picked up the medicine box and left, leaving the two of them alone.

Selena lowered her eyelashes. Someone wanted her dead, which wasn't surprising. But to attack her in this crowded party... one had to admit that the attacker was bold. No, rather, they had seized the psychology of everyone, who thought it was impossible to attack her in this situation, and took a gamble. She almost got caught.

Selena's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she began to ponder who might be the attacker. She had a feeling that it was a woman.

Besides Leah, who had a deep grudge against her, there were also perfumers from various countries. But those perfumers were unlikely to be the culprit. If Leah wanted to get close to her, she wouldn't be able to sense it. It wasn't Leah...

Eliminating the one who had a serious grudge against her, who else at the scene might want to kill her? Osvaldo saw Selena wake up and start thinking, but he couldn't remember anything else. His dark and deep eyes turned cold, sweeping over her hand wrapped in bandages, suppressing the anger in his heart. He turned and picked up a cup of hot water, squatted down, and personally fed it to Selena's mouth.

Selena was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes, and met Osvaldo's nearly tender gaze, smiling lightly. "I'm okay, don't worry." She drank a few sips of water and finally felt a hint of warmth in her stiff body.

Osvaldo remained silent, put the cup of water aside, sat down next to her, and stretched out his hands, holding her like a fragile treasure. His delicate and slender fingers stroked her pure white face, his movements gentle, and could even be described as infatuated.

His gaze locked onto her beautiful face, he lowered his head and lightly brushed her forehead, as if trying to calm some emotion that had been corroded by fear.

Selena's long eyelashes trembled, sensing the man's abnormal heartbeat, she closed her eyes and waited quietly in his arms.

Joanna walked out of the door carrying a medicine box, just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she was confronted by the man waiting outside the door.

Patrick stood by the window and heard the noise, turning around.

The man's pitch-black and transparent eyes were surrounded by a hint of dark mist, his tone sounding quite respectful, "Joanna, how's Selena doing?" Joanna looked at the man with a half-smile.

She found that these men were all damn good at pretending.

When they were in front of Selena, each one was purer than the other, but they were all hypocrites.

"She injured her hand,” Joanna lit a cigarette, her tone somewhat cold, "I checked the wound. The other party probably wanted to take her life. She caught the knife in the water with her hand and was lucky enough to be stopped by buoyancy. She's just injured, otherwise her hand would have been disabled.” If Selena’s hands were disabled, it would be a huge loss.

Patrick's eyes grew colder, turning to look out at the cold night outside the window. His voice still sounded calm and polite, "Thanks for your trouble, Joanna." Joanna smoked her cigarette and listened to the noisy sounds downstairs. Stepping on her high heels, she turned and walked away with graceful movements.

She could almost predict what would happen in the hotel next.

Miss Turner, who had just returned home, had almost been publicly assassinated... this was definitely not a small matter.

The man behind her better pray that these two people don't find any evidence against him, otherwise the fate that awaits him will be worse than death.

After Joanna left, Patrick coldly uttered a word, "Check it out!" "Yes!" In the room, Selena stayed in the man's arms for a while, and her emotions finally returned to calm.

She opened her eyes.