Chapter 247

He was a cruel perpetrator, the instigator of it all - where did he get the courage to tell these people to shut up?

Dante's expression grew uglier bit by bit, his fists clenched tightly. That group of people were still talking with relish: "I suspect Mr. Moretti divorced her because of the video exposure - he couldn't save face. Any man wouldn't be able to tolerate it, right?"

Dante stood behind them and suddenly laughed coldly: "Video? What video are you talking about?"

With these words, the surrounding circle immediately parted to make way. The protagonist of the gossip had actually appeared. The group looked at each other uncertainly, unable to gauge Dante's attitude. But since he had already asked, someone boldly answered: "Of course it's the video of Miss Elena that was exposed on the front page headlines... Though it was quickly taken down, anyone who knows anything about the gossip knows about it."

"Yes, surely Mr. Moretti knows about this? That shouldn't be possible, right? This stirred up half our circle. We all felt indignant for you. We really didn't expect a woman who appeared so pure and virtuous on the surface to actually..."

The person speaking had a tone of disgust. Among the crowd was naturally Kelly as well.

Elena falling into the water was also her doing when no one was paying attention. Her purpose was to let Dante know that such a woman, no matter how brilliant her aura and appearance, was already rotten and stinking inside.

She simply wasn't worth his favor.

Now that things had reached this point, she knew it was time for her to step forward. She cleared her throat and pretended to explain for Elena: "Perhaps the video was just something Miss Elena filmed before. After being with Mr. Moretti, she became well-behaved. You shouldn't dwell too much on the video matter - let the past be the past."

"Well-behaved?" Dante narrowed his eyes, accurately catching those four words with an invisible deadly precision. Looking at the woman again, she seemed familiar somehow.

Kelly swallowed nervously. This was the first time Dante had looked at her directly, making her heart race. She nodded hastily: "Yes, Miss Elena is very well-behaved now. The video was probably just an unintentional mistake. It's just not good for Mr. Moretti's reputation. But everyone understands in their hearts that Mr. Moretti is Mr. Moretti, and Miss Elena is Miss Elena. The video she made has nothing to do with Mr. Moretti."

Kelly smiled nonchalantly. Dante also smiled faintly, but his voice was cold: "I filmed the video. How could it have nothing to do with me?"

With these words, the entire venue was stunned. Everyone had been gossiping about Elena's video, treating the former First Lady as an ordinary woman who had fallen lower than a prostitute. But it turned out this video was actually filmed by Dante himself?

Kelly could barely maintain her smile: "Mr. Moretti, you're joking, right?"

"Do you think I'm joking?" Dante replied with a cold laugh. "The video was just a little intimacy between husband and wife. It was accidentally spread online. I didn't expect that in your mouths, it would become something heinous. So what should I, the one who filmed the video and accidentally leaked it, do? Turn myself in?"

His voice grew increasingly cold, carrying interrogation that caught everyone off guard. Dante took a deep breath: "Also, it wasn't her who shamelessly insisted on marrying over. I was the one who actively pursued marriage. Even if there were utilitarian considerations, without an emotional foundation, it couldn't have succeeded. If we're talking about shamelessness, that would be me."

He took off his suit jacket, pushed through the crowd, and wrapped it around the woman's lower body.

The woman showed no reaction, no struggle. Her exposed skin was barely warmer than ice.

Dante suppressed the urge to embrace the woman, raising his head to scan each of the women who had been gossiping with his dark eyes.

"Elena wanted the divorce, and I respect her choice. But I love her, and that will never change. Apart from her, I will never marry any other woman. It's me who's pestering her, making her annoyed and irritated, wishing she could divorce me and cut all contact.

Currently, I'm still in the pursuit stage, waiting for the moment she changes her mind. From now on, if you have any dissatisfaction, there's no need to direct it at her - just scold me alone."

Everyone his gaze swept over was stunned, shrinking their necks, their eyes filled with shock.

What was Dante saying? He said he loved Elena? And that he would never marry any other woman besides Elena in this lifetime?

He was even protecting Elena behind him, taking all the public opinion pressure onto himself?

Not only the people present, but even Elena herself was astonished.

Publicly admitting love, pursuing - even she would only have been so bold during her spirited university days. But now, they were no longer university students. At twenty-four or twenty-five, especially Dante who cared so much about face, he would actually publicly...

"You don't need to do this," Elena said, not quite comfortable with it, lowering her eyes and speaking calmly. "I'm already used to it."

His public confession, taking the video and public opinion pressure onto himself, didn't bring her much emotion. Instead, she felt it was more troublesome and complicated.

She even had an urgent desire to escape.

Dante gripped her wrist firmly, not giving her a chance to avoid him. His dark eyes were completely serious as he said word by word: "Elena, I know I can't make up for what happened. I can only try my best to calm things down. If they can't be calmed, then let me bear the negative consequences.

Moreover, what I said wasn't wrong. I am pursuing you, waiting for the day you change your mind."

The emotion in the man's eyes was as intense as fire. Even the coldest body couldn't help but be affected at this moment. She lowered her head to avoid his gaze, only knowing that her head hurt terribly.

What exactly was Dante performing today?

She paused, but unfortunately her mind was in complete chaos, unable to think clearly. She wanted to withdraw her wrist but didn't even have the extra strength.

"I'm feeling a bit unwell. Let go, I want to leave."

Whether she intended a double meaning or not, her voice was very soft, not wanting to provide entertainment for others at this moment.

But Dante remained motionless, only asking: "Why did you fall into the water? Did you fall in because you felt unwell, or did someone..."

When saying the latter half of the sentence, Dante's aura was obviously different, radiating surging anger, as if he only needed Elena's nod to viciously punish whoever had pushed her into the water.

Elena paused without speaking. Whether she was pushed by someone or fell in herself was no longer important. She already understood in her heart why someone would push her into the water.

Undoubtedly, her violin performance had stolen the spotlight. This was to throw her into the swamp, telling her that no matter how excellent she was, without the Rossi family and Dante, she was nothing.

She no longer had the energy to argue right and wrong with these people, only feeling physically and mentally exhausted, wanting to go home.

Dante obviously sensed this too and softened his tone: "I'll take you home."