Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

"Welcome back, Rebecca." Marcel poured a glass of milk and handed it to his beautiful vampire ex-girlfriend.

Rebecca looked at the milk with disdain. Marcel was becoming more and more pretentious. She was no longer the cute little girl who needed milk.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" Before she could even think about it, Rebecca asked directly. Following that, it was as if she was struck by lightning. She was actually bullied by a little girl, and she did not retaliate at all.

It had been over a thousand years, but Rebecca had not felt this stifled feeling for a very long time.

Marcel smiled down at her, hiding his surprise and amusement. "You annoyed Davina, and I'm glad you finally met." He took a sip of milk, tasted nothing, and kissed it.

In their long lives, they had long since forgotten the taste of warm food, and now they were simply remembering the taste of sweet blood running down their throats. "Now you know who you're doing the right thing with." Withdrawing his body, he touched the bitten corner of his mouth. It was still the same little wild cat.

Rebecca looked around the room, her expression a mixture of joy and joy. A familiar shiver ran through her memory as she recalled her room, the untouched room, and even the bouquet of her favorite flowers.

"This is my old room." All the decorations and arrangements had not moved, and Rebecca's brow had wrinkled. Everything she knew, everything she wanted to get rid of — this room, Marcel, and herself.

He tossed the glass away, his voice proud. "But it's mine now." "As if the city were mine, and Davina was mine, and Elijah was mine, too, until I wanted to let him go," Marcel explained, as if he were a winner in life.

Hearing Elijah's name, Rebecca's emotions changed a little, but she stopped trying to attack Marcel. Clearly, that damned little witch had cast a protective spell on him. Rebecca was not an idiot, she had to think of a way to deal with this first.

For Elijah.

Marcel pushed open the window, and the scent of roses wafted in from outside, his open palm seeming to cover a home. "What used to belong to you, what once belonged to your brother, is now mine. I don't have to struggle to survive in the cracks anymore … And, my dear Rebecca, you are not to touch Camille again. "

When Rebecca heard the man's warning, she didn't answer immediately.

Her voice was clean and decisive, just like the time, many years ago, when she was chased by another young man and declared war on him.

It was a pity that they had all lost their original reason and perseverance after such a long period of time.

Rebecca did not go back that day. Davina's attack had obviously tired her out, and Marcel's attitude had angered her. She just lay there quietly, the familiar bedding drowning her senses. Rebecca hugged her pillow and chose to sleep soundly.

Just like before, everything was still sleeping soundly.

Marcel had left before midnight alone. He did not look back once, as if everything that had happened before no longer had any meaning.

Rebecca turned her back on him. She couldn't see her brother, Klaus, for the time being.

When Klaus opened his eyes, he found that his lovely sister had once again disappeared into the night, but he was already used to it.

He was used to his sister not returning home at night. He was used to stuffing a reluctant little wolf girl into his arms. He was used to closing his eyes every night to listen to his child's heartbeat.

Klaus found that he did not hate such a regular life, but that without Elijah's teachings he would occasionally feel a little out of place.

The breakfast was still frighteningly bountiful. Bai Lu slowly ate it all by herself. After noticing Klaus' bottom line attitude, Bai Lu seemed to have become a lot more relaxed.

At least, when Klaus was in a good mood, the two of them would still chat, even though sometimes, it was completely the same thing.

White Dew had always wondered if Klaus had never noticed that she was different from the others. Even the careful White Dew had never realized that Klaus was not a normal person.

As far as he was concerned, with the smell of him on her and his children in her, Klaus didn't mind at all whether she was strange or out of place.

What he cared about was that Bai Lu hadn't promised him her request or love for several days. It was just a release of her body … Last time, he had used punishment as an excuse. The little wolf girl behind him was more shrewd than last time.

He fled faster than a rabbit. Klaus took a big gulp of wine and sat across from the pregnant woman, patiently accompanying her for breakfast.

Bailu said she didn't like eating alone. Since she was going to try to become a family with them, she would definitely work hard for the baby, because … And the baby doesn't like the feeling of being alone.