C62 (2/2)

”We, I, Marcel, and Klaus, were happy. We lived together, and we had a short happiness.”

New Orleans, their former home, the family Klaus had founded, had made them happy, comfortable, and dotty.

Bai Lu nodded silently. Her mind jolted and Rebecca's sweet memories of love appeared in her mind.

The bare-chested Marcel appeared on the screen as if he had just finished a bath. He watched … It was warm and domineering, but when he faced Rebecca, it was as if he wanted to get close but didn't dare to.

Rebecca only greeted him warmly from a distance, saying some meaningless words. ”How's the river today?”

Marcel looked deeply at Rebecca and said hoarsely, ”It's cool and sweet.” The meaningful gaze never left Rebecca's round and round breasts. Rebecca's outstretched hand trembled, and the white towel felt like it was about to fall. Marcel grabbed her.

”I should go in.” Rebecca seemed like she wanted to refuse and stood up. Marcel hugged her tightly behind her back, unable to control himself.

Her fingers were like a moth that had been stuck. ”My brother will kill you.”

”...” ”Then I will die laughing …” Marcel couldn't resist love at all. ”You know how much I love you, darling... ”My dear …” He held on tightly to the beautiful body in his embrace.

They embraced, and Rebecca shyly hid in Marcel's arms, breathing in the man's domineering sex smell.

Then, as she turned, she saw the damned Klaus again, his sword stabbing at her almost as soon as Marcel lowered his head.

Marcel's movements were halted, his sweat falling in a circle, the sword tip less than a millimeter away from his neck.

Bai Lu gritted her teeth. She had just seen the crux of the matter, this damned bastard man.

Klaus seemed to be even more angry than Bai Lu. He glared at Marcel, veins popping out from his hands due to the pressure.

”Damn it, you dare?!” Klaus shouted at Marcel, ”You actually dare to do this? …” ”What did you promise me? You won't touch my sister.”