Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo)

Chapter 1442 Tormenting Manny

Selena rushed out of the coffee shop, frantically searching for something in the dark streets, her expression anxious as she

whispered, "White... white..."

When Osvaldo caught up with her, he saw her standing alone on the road, her eyes filled with tears, looking lost like a child who

had accidentally gotten separated from her parents.

His heart ached as he embraced her slender body from behind, covering her with his umbrella.

The rain was heavy, and Selena was drenched when she rushed out.

Osvaldo looked at her and spoke in a low, gentle voice, "Selena, let's go home."

Selena instinctively refused, "No..."

She hadn't found it yet...

Found what?

She didn't know.

She just... really wanted to find it.

Osvaldo looked at the emptiness in her eyes, her big, dark eyes searching around, with a feeling that she was about to cry.

Who could make her have such an anxious expression?

Who could move her emotions so much?

Even though they had known each other for almost a year and were about to get engaged, he still couldn't make her fully trust

him.

But a stranger, whom she didn't even know, just a silhouette, could make her chase after him no matter what...

Osvaldo's face turned very pale, and his eyes becextremely dark and gloomy.

His expression was as calm as ever, but deep inside, he felt a jealous urge to destroy everything.

He could barely make her like him.

But he still couldn't make her feel a sense of belonging and dependence on him.

What he couldn't get, a man she had never seen before, had easily obtained...

He couldn't change her heart for the tbeing, so he could only...

Make her eyes see only him.

Osvaldo's face was as pale as it could be, controlling the emotions that were about to burst out, and forcefully hugged Selena.

"You'll catch a cold if you get soaked in the rain."

Osvaldo carried her in his arms and turned to go back.

Selena grabbed his sleeve, her delicate shoulders shaking, and still stubbornly searched around, "But, I..."

Osvaldo lowered his dark eyelashes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, "Selena, listen to me."

After Osvaldo took Selena away, in a corner of the street, a young man in white clothes and black hair appeared, elegant and

graceful.

His beautiful and deep eyes stared in the direction Selena left, with a touch of bone-deep pain and sadness.

Selena didn't cout of the sudden emotion until she was taken back to the villa, had a bath, and changed her clothes.

Osvaldo blew her hair with a hairdryer.

Selena lay on the sofa absentmindedly, touching her heart.

The bitter and stagnant pain still did not disappear.

The room was very quiet.

After helping Selena blow her hair, Osvaldo brought her a bowl of hot soup to feed her.

Selena obediently took two sips, suddenly remembered something, and looked up at Osvaldo. "Il saw a man today, can you help--"

The rest of the words spontaneously fell silent after meeting Osvaldo's eyes.

Although the man's gaze at her was still gentle, Selena saw a hint of repressed fierceness in that gentleness.

Selena blinked and suddenly reacted.

How could she not think more about it in front of Osvaldo, with her showing such concern for a stranger man?

Although they were currently in a cold war, Selena still didn't want to hurt him.

She moved her lips and said, "I..."

She wanted to explain something, but when the words cto her lips, she didn't know how to continue.

She did have semotional attachment to a stranger man who caught her eye.

She didn't even know the reason why.

Selena didn't end up explaining, and she lay back down.

Osvaldo looked at the haze in her eyes and her deep black eyes that seemed to absorb all the light.

He stared at Selena for a while, then reached out and hugged her.

After a hysterical outburst, the entire Riddle villa finally quieted down.

The woman walked on a mess and cto the man kneeling on the ground, raised her hand and grabbed his collar, her voice

hoarse and twisted, "Listen, | don't care what methods you use, but from now on, | don't want to see the bastard child you

fathered!"

The man choked for a moment, and because of the pain, his face turned completely pale. "I know, Manny, don't be angry..."

Just as Hunter was about to pass out, the woman threw the man away like trash, turned around, picked up her phone from the

ground, and her eyes flashed with crazy and ruthless resentment.

"Damn it, both of those bastards should die..."

Just as she was about to make the call, an emotionless voice cfrom outside the villa gate.

"The young master wants to see you, cwith me."

The woman seemed to have heard something extremely unbelievable. Her fingers froze in mid-air as she dialed the phone, lifting

her head.

The dark night sky was dotted with stars.

Manny obediently followed the person in front of her to a villa.

The person who brought her stopped at the door. "Go in."

Manny looked at the understatedly decorated courtyard in front of her, quietly clenched her fingers, straightened her back, and

walked in.

The room was very quiet.

Under the bright light, a white figure sat on the sofa. Although his face was covered with a white gold-edged mask, it did not

diminish his magnificent and elegant demeanor at all.

The man's eyes were very black, as if there were cold and dark flashes rolling in them. And those eyes were now staring straight at

her.

Cold...

So cold...

Manny trembled uncontrollably.

She respectfully knelt down and was about to speak, but a whip suddenly cflying towards her face.

With a snap-

A painful cry echoed in the silent night.

The woman covered her bloody face and rolled on the ground in pain.

However, no matter how she dodged, she couldn't escape the whip that ccrashing down on her.

In no time, Manny turned into a bloody mess.

She slumped on the ground, with large patches of blood constantly oozing out of her body, and her face was particularly miserable,

with wounds that revealed glimpses of bone.

But even when she was injured like this, the woman dared not show the slightest resentment on her face. She respectfully and

humbly prostrated herself on the ground, looking up at the executioner who was still sitting on the sofa. "I don't know where she

went wrong. Please, young master... tell me!"

The man's gracefully thin lips curled up in a chilling arc, and another whip ccrashing down.

This whip hit Manny's head, causing her to immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Just a dog. Do | need a reason to want you dead?"

The man's tone was flat, but it was like a sharp needle...