C55 (2/2)

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. ”