Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

The memory slowly lifted its mysterious veil, and staged the pictures of the past one by one.

Marcel and Rebecca both remember the ball, the ball that the devil Klaus killed to celebrate the father Tudor, the ball that... Caused them to become what they are now.

——The ball became a crucial turning point in their betrayal of Klaus.

The party was very hot, and all the non natural creatures were invited. Elijah presided over the party. They knew how to enjoy life at that time, and Klaus was still degenerated between wine and beauty.

I don't seem to worry at all about whether the love between Marcel and Rebecca will affect their lives.

Unfortunately, the parties are never as calm as the bystanders. Because of fear, they can't resist Klaus positively, and can only live in secret.

Silent hatred germinates the seeds of evil.

Marcel poured wine cup by cup. His pain was so obvious that Rebecca couldn't see it anymore and broke the deadlock. She walked over and sat opposite Marcel.

There was a hint of rosemary in the air.

A faint temptation / confusion.

Marcel slowly raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. The woman he liked was so beautiful and charming. Rebecca raised her chin slightly. She looked like a high princess. Naturally, he was an adopted orphan who was not qualified to covet.

Klaus, the little princess they held in their hands, fell in love with a real little princess.

After shaking the glass, Marcel smiled foolishly. Rebecca felt that he seemed to have something to say, so she turned sideways. As a result, Marcel tightly hugged her small waist with a good drunkenness and smile. He gently praised his beloved woman, "well, you have rosemary on your body, honey, do you still like rosemary?"

Like the secret language of customs clearance, Marcel had something to say. Rebecca didn't respond to him immediately, but she also raised her glass and drank a bitter whisky, "Hey, Marcel, don't you think you're very interesting? Do you celebrate Klaus's defeat of the crazy father Tudor in this way? "

Marcel burst out laughing. His voice was hoarse and no one could hear him. He sent it. He thought all the opportunities were disillusioned. Klaus destroyed his hope again. "Rebecca, it's not celebration, I'm drowning sadness... You may not know, I brought father Tudor to the town."

Rebecca was startled when the glass shook. She looked around cautiously. She was a little too nervous. She gritted her teeth and asked, "what are you talking about? It was you who brought this dangerous bastard home? "

Marcel nodded quietly, as if he had brought a cabbage home instead of a murderer. He slowly lowered his voice, "yes, I inquired around during the overseas war. I want to find the most dangerous wizard."

Rebecca was shocked. Did he have a hole in his head? Witches, aren't they vampire enemies? Why... Rebecca asked involuntarily, "why did you do this?"

This time, Marcel was silent for a long time and didn't answer her, as if he couldn't say the answer himself.

Then Rebecca saw him raise his eyes and look at her deeply, as clear and simple as he was a little child. He smiled, happier than stealing his favorite apple. "For you, my Rebecca."