Rebirth To Be The Revenge Queen

Chapter 261 Osvaldo is angry Osvaldo swept his eyes at Hattie.

Hattie's face was wrinkled as she looked at him coldly, her expression solemn.

Osvaldo placed the porridge he was carrying on the table, his tone inaudible with emotion, "She hasn't had class today." In addition to filming, Hattie has to learn martial arts from Leia, and Selena has hired a tutor to supplement her school lessons, so she is very busy.

Selena stroked her hair, "Hattie, go and eat breakfast, and then have your class.” Hattie was obedient to Selena, and when she saw that Selena was awake and her fever had subsided, she turned around and walked out.

The room was left with Selena and Osvaldo.

Selena looked at his face and originally wanted to say thank you, but then remembered that men don't like to hear her say thank you, so she smiled at him.

Her pale face caused her eyebrows and eyes look darker, delicate and frail.

Selena was already in poor health, and after nursing for so long, she got better, but as she fell into the water, there was no telling how long it would take to recover.

But such a girl, who looked so delicate and weak, in that crisis situation, did not scream or get scared, but calmly calculated everything so as to jump out of the car and save herself.

Such mindfulness and determination is not something that just anyone can have.

Osvaldo sat down on the edge of her bed and raised his hand to touch her hair, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Selena felt it carefully, then shook her head, "Other than the weakness, | am fine." Osvaldo's eyes, as dim as they were, fell on her face, and he did not speak for a long time.

Selena was timid mentally.

She didn't have a full memory of last night's events, but vaguely remembered that he seemed angry.

Selena asked in a small voice, "What's wrong?" Instead of answering her question immediately, Osvaldo picked up the porridge on the table and fed it to her mouth.

Selena shook her head, "I haven't washed up yet." She had just woken up from a high fever and before she could get up, she opened her eyes and saw Hattie, and then Osvaldo came in.

Her look was truly wretched.

Without saying a word, Osvaldo put the bowl of porridge back down and picked her up from the bed.

Selena was startled, "I can do it myself." Osvaldo looked at her with downcast eyes, "Didn't you say you had no strength?" Selena met his eyes and inexplicably felt timid, he seemed to be really angry.

Was it because she hadn't listened to him and stopped the car? Osvaldo carried her into the bathroom, where the toiletries were ready, the tooth cups filled with water were on the sink, and the toothbrush had toothpaste on it.

As a diva, Selena’s attention to image has become an instinct.

Really unwilling to let the man see her very sick, cloaked and pale, she whispered, "You go out first." She got unease when he looked at her like that.

In particular, she vaguely remembered that it was he who had helped her to change her clothes.

Although Selena'’s voice was small, Osvaldo still saw the insistence in her eyes, and he paused for a moment, finally not wanting to upset her.

Placing her on the floor, he stroked her hair, "Let me know if you need help." Selena nodded with a smile.

Osvaldo walked out.

Selena let out a slight breath.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at the pale cheeks and dull eyes of the woman in the mirror, and was in a slightly troubled mood.

In this world, everything can be planned, except for the unexpected and the human heart, two things that are always caught off guard like this.

But luckily, she survived.

Selena gathered her emotions, washed up, changed her clothes, painted herself with a light make-up and walked out with a glowing face.

Osvaldo stood in front of the window, with some lonely meaning, and when he heard the voice, he looked slightly sideways.

Then he saw his wife, in the shortest possible time, transforming herself again into the gentle, graceful girl, with no hint of sickness to be seen at all.

This girl, unless she is deliriously ill, would never expose her vulnerability and truth to anyone.

It's infuriating and incredibly heartbreaking.

He came over and stood in front of her, his eyebrows lowered as he looked into her dark, clear eyes, "You're sick, a sick girl is entitled to be pampered and lazy, you don't need to be this strong.” She was only nineteen years old, the most beautiful age, and should have been reckless and carefree.

It shouldn't be this cold and deep.

Not to mention the need to be strong at all times, not even daring to expose her vulnerabilities and hurts to anyone.

Selena was stunned, biting her lip and tilting her head slightly.

He seemed really angry.

"|..." Selena's brow furrowed slightly, "just not used to it." "Then get used to it from today," the slender, slightly cool hand that brushed her brow tenderly, the low voice that sounded cold but was so gentle when she listened closely, "You're a girl, you're only nineteen, you shouldn't be carrying anything heavy. " "You can cry when you are in pain, scream when you are scared, can't be stubborn when you are sick and don't need to hold back when you want to cry." "You should live for yourself." Selena's eyelashes fluttered as she tilted her head to look at him, her dark eyes a complex mess.

She is a girl.

She is nineteen years old.

She should live for herself.

No one had ever said anything like that to her.

Her responsibility is almost innate.

From the moment she was born, she had to excel in everything she did, and with the heavy responsibility weighing on her shoulders, she never dared to be indulgent or capricious.

Always elegant and dignified, always calm and self-possessed, always in control, always cool and deep.

For the first time, a man said to her that she should live for herself.

Selena was stunned for a long time, although she felt that she was willing to pay for those things, but in the end, she felt the concern from the man and smiled, "I'm fine, if | want to stand high and see far, | naturally have to pay more." "I'm happy." She had lost the recklessness and caprice of being a girl, but her duty and guardianship brought her something else, something even better.

Selena lifted her fingers and brushed his delicate eyebrows, smiling, "Although | don't know what | said in my sleep last night, | certainly didn't say the whole story." When she smiled, her eyes were clear, "The dreams are bad, because all those good things are still living in reality.” Her empire.

Her homeland.

Her father and mother.

Her best friend.

The people she guards.

All waiting for her to return.