Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Beru had never met Marcel officially, only in their memories. Klaus seemed to mind his behavior, and now that he was holding on to Marcel even more tightly, she was beginning to get curious about the man.

When Klaus mentioned him, his expression and actions would change subtly.

Why, Bailu still didn't quite understand their relationship, in her view, the experience of the flesh and blood period made Bailu feel that things were complicated, that it was a changing world.

Klaus had already made his decision long ago, but he might not tell them about it. Thus, Bai Lu still had her guesses and speculations.

"Klaus, Marcel did the whole thing, and the agreement between you and the witch meant to topple him and take everything from him?" Bai Lu was really curious, so she casually asked a few questions.

Klaus gestured for her to drink the milk, and White Dew obediently bowed her head. She and the child both needed nourishment.

The milk was in a circle, and the dew looked ridiculous. Klaus ducked his head to steal a few mouthfuls, and then, because there was no smell, he turned and went to the window.

Klaus looked out the window. It was a bustling New Orleans, familiar and unfamiliar.

Bai Lu continued asking as she ate. It wasn't as though he was in a bad mood right now.

"Rebecca told me that you and he used to love each other as if they were a family," Beru said, not at all bothered by Klaus' implied refusal.

In truth, Bai Lu felt a strange sense of powerlessness towards Klaus.

The man's behavior was not to be judged by common sense, and since the last time Lulu had refused to be stimulated by hormones, Klaus had offered the relative necessity of compensation.

The lovely baby needed his father's breath to be comforted, so as long as Klaus was in a good mood, he could appear in any corner and make love to and caress her.

Anywhere. Just a half set of love.

Bai Lu thought back to one time when she was in the toilet and someone suddenly had an affair. Damn it, it was not just a normal stench.

Klaus answered because he was happy.

Controlling her random thoughts, the pregnant woman finished her milk and looked at the weird man, the father of the child in her womb, the half-breed tyrant, Klaus.

When Klaus heard the child's answer of satisfaction, he nodded to Beru, and then he actually explained to her, "I made Marcel today and treated him like my son. I love him very much, and he loves us very much... But a hundred years ago, when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans, we all thought Marcel had been killed. "

Beru thought of Klaus's father, that cruel man who had never given up on killing Klaus. How much he hated him.

"We all mourn him in our own way, especially my lovely sister," Klaus said, his voice rising slightly. "But he betrayed me, betrayed us."

At that time, Klaus' heart had indeed taken a blow, and he had even begun to doubt his own decision. "But when I returned, I found out that he had not only survived, but was also on his own, do you understand? "My little wolf girl, he did not think to come to us, nor did he think to unite like a family. He chose to take away everything that my family built."

She did not think it was a good habit to face Klaus's anger early in the morning, but Klaus smiled back at her, and as a matter of habit, he took a swig of whiskey and drank it down, trying to quell his anger. "He's taken our city for his own, and now he lives in our house and sleeps on our beds."

This was a bit too much, and Beru tried hard to understand Klaus.

"M is posted everywhere." Klaus took a yellowed piece of paper from a drawer and drew an icon, one of M's elaborate, emphatic icons. "It's not Marcel's M, it's our Michaelson's M."

She knew it must be the honor of her family. Elijah and Klaus were astonishingly similar in this respect, and she was a quiet, obedient listener.

"I want everything back. Even if I can only succeed by getting rid of Marcel, that's what I mean." Klaus delivered his verdict and conclusions.

Bai Lu looked at Klaus, confused, and felt even more angry and upset … You don't need to kill him directly, do you? Perhaps it was because the question mark in her eyes was too obvious, but Klaus realized that the little wolf girl was not aware of being part of their family.

He was a little fellow without a shred of honor. In the future, he would definitely teach his children a good lesson personally.

With a sigh, Klaus ended the conversation. "I'd better get someone to check the air conditioner," he said. It was obvious that this was what Bai Lu felt even more. Klaus saw that she didn't care about eating, and hurriedly nodded, the corner of his mouth beginning to show his satisfaction and gratitude.

Is it that cold?

Klaus walked to the door, and after thinking for a moment, he looked back at the little wolf girl, "Oh, right …" She had one last question. "Where is your dagger?" I think, since Elijah and the others have it, what about yours? "

"Scram!" Bai Lu heard the man's furious reply, "This has nothing to do with you." Then the kitchen door was slammed shut by Klaus, who had lost control.

The force behind the blow was incredible, to the point that Bai Lu could feel the wind blowing past her cheeks.

Bai Lu calmly raised her elegant eyebrows and continued to eat her dessert. The most important thing was to supplement her nutrition.

Klaus was too stingy. In fact, she was really just curious, just curious.