Rebirth To Be The Revenge Queen novel Chapter 1287

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, I 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, I 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."