Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Although Rebecca couldn't be bothered to listen to Klaus' instructions, she also got a few of her subordinates to leave them around. She thought that a pregnant woman would not do anything, so she just took a break and left.

It had been a long time since she had been here, but Rebecca felt that the surroundings were exceptionally unfamiliar.

The unfamiliar her felt a little uncomfortable.

The streets were filled with people. It seemed that New Orleans was still bustling with activity, and Rebecca couldn't even see the shadow of desolate time before her figure disappeared.

Marcel carefully explained what had happened over the phone while he watched Klaus grab Josh in the car. Obviously, they weren't getting along well. Marcel nodded, satisfied. He knew that Klaus despised his Nightwalker, and that was all he wanted.

After hanging up the phone, he felt a familiar gaze. His back felt a bit sore and depressed. It had been a long time since he had to accept such courage. Could it be … Did she come back?

Rebecca looked at Marcel from the top of the building and cast her gaze too far away. It was as if she was not looking at him at all.

Memories are node after node.

"Touch Sword Attack!" Change Defense Attack... "Go!" Klaus watched with interest as Rebecca taught Marcel how to fend for himself.

At that time, Rebecca and Marcel were the real meeting. Marcel, Klaus's adopted little soldier, was an innocent black child, and Rebecca had been moved by him, moved by him, fascinated by him, driven mad by him.

"It hit, it obviously hit." It was Klaus's voice, and he watched as Marcel was beaten by his sister countless times.

Nicholas, Rebecca's brother, her hated brother.

They were both wearing masks, and the corners of their mouths were wide open.

Rebecca could almost hear the child's promise, clear and bright. One day, I will marry you.

Her pure and clear eyes were filled with her figure. Rebecca had to say that at that time, she had been moved. However, the prideful her could only refuse to respond to it. "I won't marry someone who can't even beat me in a duel."

Time flew by … The little fellow would grow up to be a tall and straight handsome youth with a pair of blazing eyes that seemed to be able to heat up a woman's nerves.

"..." Another round? " They were growing up, and Marcel was getting more and more skilled, and he could easily beat Rebecca at any time.

When he was sparring with his sword, his eyes intersected. Sweat intertwined as his limbs grinded against each other. It was a kind of ambiguous and immature emotional growth. After the eye wave electric current passed, everyone would be able to clearly dialyse and feel a fatal feeling towards each other. However, they all knew that this was not allowed.

Klaus would never allow it.

Marcel's control was challenged every day, and once again, when Marcel forced her to kiss him, he was discovered by the terrible tyrant Klaus.

Marcel stepped away.

Before Rebecca could get away from the memory, Marcel's voice, which was more magnetic than memory, came close to her ear. "Rebecca, my dear, are you here to teach me fencing again?"

Rebecca turned to look at him, her face cold, her features devoid of nostalgia, as if she were looking at a strange, distant friend.

Marcel glanced at Klaus in the car.

"The last time I saw you, the royal streets were on fire... All of you have fled the city, avoiding my father's pursuit. " Marcel was very polite and distant. He didn't seem to care about Rebecca anymore.

"I thought you were dead." Rebecca finally managed to say something.

"You didn't go back and check it out." Marcel followed up with a sentence, then seemed to catch his breath and change the subject. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Come to Elijah. I think Klaus did something to him. You..." Rebecca seemed to have regained her focus. Her goal was not to reminisce with this damned bastard.

"Stop, don't say anymore." "Come on, Rebecca, I've learned from your Michaelson family. Don't get involved, your family struggles never come to an end."

There will never be a good end.

Initially, Marcel remembered that he had tried to explain to Klaus that he had no ill intentions in fighting for the woman he loved.

Love was not wrong. Both he and Rebecca had a deep and firm belief in him.

"Klaus, nothing happened between us. I swear on my life." Marcel's eyes were calm, his voice calm.

Klaus answered lazily, but Marcel knew he was angry. "Your life is important to me, Marcel. Be honest with me, or things will be very different."

Marcel took a deep breath. At that time, he still believed in Klaus. He was very important to him — even more important than Rebecca.

"I like her." "Honestly, I think we love each other, but I haven't done anything yet. I won't."

Marcel was no fool. Rebecca and he were about to look at each other. They were falling in love, but they had a powerful obstacle. Their leader, Klaus.

Klaus' gaze chilled his expectation. "You promise, you won't."

"Why?" Marcel didn't understand, and he didn't do anything wrong. " I love her. "

Klaus seemed helpless, "I love my sister," Klaus repeatedly emphasized sternness, "but she is always a man when it comes to meeting people. They come and go in a hurry …" Only I am eternal, and she is my family. "