Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo)
Chapter 258 Selena, I Like You

Chapter 258 Selena, I like you No thought was given to his feelings! Was she so sure that she would die by trusting him? Osvaldo stared at Selena with love and hatred, his eyes were so dark that he seemed to want to swallow her.

His long, slender fingers tenderly brushed over the young girl's smooth cheek, all the way down to land on the zip of her back dress.

The zip slid halfway down, revealing a patch of flawless fair skin.

In her sleep, Selena seemed to notice something, her brow furrowed and she subconsciously raised her hand to block it.

Osvaldo's eyes darkened and he pressed down on her right hand that was about to move about, barely holding down his temper, his voice dripping with a touch of anger, "Behave, you must change out of your clothes or you will get sick." Selena was struggling, her slender body curling up slightly, clearly not wanting him to touch it.

The eyes of Osvaldo instantly darkened to a bottomless depth, and the demons that had lain dormant for a long time in his heart broke through the gentle cage of confinement at this moment.

His cool fingertips landed on her shoulder straps and there was a tear in the room as the fabric was shredded and the dress turned into pieces of fabric that fell to the floor.

The woman on the bed instantly became unclothed, a vast expanse of skin exposed to his eyes, like a rosebud, every undulation and sinuosity enticing to the extreme.

The eyes of Osvaldo were, for a moment, dull.

His dark gaze lingered firmly on her, revealing a glimpse of near-unquenchable lust.

For a moment, he was tempted to recklessly pull the person on the bed into his arms and maul her at will.

Selena seemed to sense the danger, her eyelashes fluttered and she struggled to open her eyes, "No." Osvaldo was stung by the piercing coldness on her pale face.

Did she want to run away from him that badly? Osvaldo suppressed the aggression in his eyes and leaned down, sliding dense kisses across the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

He confined her injured right hand, grabbed her struggling left hand and gently soothed her panic and anxiety, "You're injured, you can't wear wet clothes." His low voice permeated with bone-chilling tenderness, "Selena, I like you." "I won't hurt you." "Don't be afraid." It seemed that his reassurance had finally worked, and Selena gradually relaxed her tense nerves, her slender body softening in his arms.

She frowned, through her pale, delicate lips, spitting out the words, "It hurts, it hurts." She hurts so much.

Osvaldo's eyes went dim, and was reluctant to move away from Selena's soft body. He wrapped her up with a quilt, while he took the hair dryer and dried her hair.

After changing Selena into dry pajamas and bandaging the wounds on her body. Osvaldo was sweating, and his lips were compelling.

He called out, "Come in." The doctor and Hattie, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, immediately walked in.

Hattie ran to the bedside and saw Selena lying with her eyes tightly closed in Osvaldo's arms, her face became tense.

She stood quietly at the head of the bed, not moving or speaking, just staring at Selena.

The doctor came over and after a series of examinations, he said to Osvaldo, "Mrs. Anderson did not suffer any serious trauma, but her health is not good, she has been cold, and with the recent change of weather, she may be sick." Osvaldo's dark eyes went dim, "Take her out!" The doctor sighed slightly.

Hattie did not want to leave, but the doctor covered her mouth and forcefully carried her out of the ward.

When Selena fell into the water, those who were sent to protect her probably couldn't escape punishment.

At this time, it was best to hide as far away as possible. Or Osvaldo would teach them a lesson too.

Towards the end of the night, Selena did start to develop a high fever.

It was only at this time that Osvaldo realized just how delicate his wife was and just how much he had wronged her in his day-to- day life.

When Osvaldo gave her the medicine, Selena spat it all out because it was bitter, refusing to drink it.

The doctor had no choice but to give her an injection. The sharp needle had just pierced through bit of skin, and Selena cried out in pain, ducking into Osvaldo's arms and crying out in pain.

Osvaldo's heart throbbed painfully, his gaze dark and sullen as he looked at the nurse giving the injection.

The nurse was so shocked that she almost stuck the needle in her own hand.

The doctor had no choice but to do it himself.

But Selena was clearly a vindictive person.

Osvaldo had just tugged her hand, causing her some pain, and now she refused to give him her hand.

No matter how he coaxed, it was useless. When Osvaldo was stronger, Selena began to cry.

His face was gloomy.

He looked at her like a child, afraid of pain and medicine, and he could no longer harden his heart.

In the end, the doctor had no choice but to try physical cooling on her first.

The moment they walked out of the room, the doctor and the nurse exhaled at the same time, inexplicably feeling a sense of survival after the disaster.

The nurse whispered, "Dr. Steward, do you feel that the young master is spoiling his wife as if she were his daughter?" He held her in his arms, feed her and give her medicine, like raising a daughter.

The doctor knocked her with his book, "You might as well think about how you and I should choose to die in case young madam's fever doesn't go down." The sky outside the window grew darker and darker, and in the latter part of the night it began to thunder and rain.

Selena's fever did not go down.

She leaned into the arms of Osvaldo, shedding her shell of strength, docile and vulnerable.

Osvaldo watched her closely, looking at her pale face and lowering her head to kiss the wet traces at the corners of her eyes.

Selena seemed to have had some kind of nightmare, muttering something, and as she did so, she cried, drifting back to the time when he first met her and slept in the depths of nightmares every night.

The tip of his heart touched as he watched her cold and desperate expression.

What kind of experience could have caused her to wear such an icy to frightening expression even in her sleep? In addition to the coldness and hatred, a layer of mourning, if any, enveloped her pale brows.

Osvaldo kissed her brows and eyes, soothing the tears that kept rolling down, his voice light as a gust of wind, "Don't be afraid." "I'm here." A dark nightmare in which there is not a ray of light around and the smell of fire and blood is everywhere.

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