My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

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Emyr stayed silent, his gaze fixed on her.

Charmaine was unbothered by the silence. He glanced at his leg and said, “I am confident that I can heal our leg.”

“Ms. Nelson, mind your words!”

Tad, who was nearby, issued a stern warning.

These days, discussing Emyr’s leg had become taboo.

As expected, the man’s eyes darkened further, and his grip on her hand tightened.

“The once unrefined and undisciplined Ms. Read thinks she can do as she pleases when she returns to the Nelsons?”

Charmaine pressed on a pressure point on his wrist, controlling the strength of his hold.

“Since you’ve delved into my past, you should be aware that I spent two years in South Aspus. There, I met an old holistic medicine healer who taught me healing techniques. Your fainting in that room would not have happened without him.”

Emyr’s expression darkened even more at the reminder of that incident.

“Don’t think I wouldn’t kill you.”

“I believe you would, but I’m also trying to give myself a chance—and to make amends with you.”

“Your leg was injured two years ago. Although you can’t walk, you still have feeling in it. Let me try. Maybe I

she had just examined,

and that smile could steal one’s soul. But his hands, eager for her life, showed no sign

think I’d listen

finished speaking, he grabbed Charmaine’s hand with his other hand, pulling her arms behind

wheelchair beneath him pinned her legs down, denying her any chance to

grateful you’re still innocent. Otherwise, I wouldn’t

to his shallow breathing as his grip on her throat tightened,

Charmaine forced out each word with difficulty. “You—you were drugged and injured. I—I can help

Emyr was astounded.

figure burst into the room,

right now! Do you want

Emyr released his hold under

the ground, coughing as she

and superior as he took the alcohol wipes Tad handed him to clean the hands that had touched her. Charmaine defiantly counterattacked, “What’s the use of wiping your hands clean? Can you disinfect

Emyr’s face grew darker.

wonder she’s the one

her breath and barely brushing against death, Charmaine shot

this is none of your business.

family passed away, they made me promise to look after you—to find you a good wife who could spend the rest of your life with you.” Twenty-three years, Emyr. After twenty-three years, you have finally matured into a man. Do you know

glared at his brother. He pretended to cry with an overly dramatic

not caring about the consequences, Charmaine turned to Emyr and asked, “Wait, was it