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.”

was injured two years ago. Although you can’t walk, you still have

glanced at the medicine cabinet she had just examined, a slight smirk forming

one’s soul. But his hands, eager for her life, showed no sign of

but do you think I’d listen

grabbed Charmaine’s hand with his other hand, pulling her arms behind her and

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

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

breathing

with difficulty. “You—you were drugged and

Emyr was astounded.

he could react, a figure burst into the room, grabbing Emyr’s hand and

now! Do you want to choke my future sister-in-law to

his hold

collapsed to the ground,

His expression was cold 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

Emyr’s face grew darker.

and gushed in admiration. “No wonder she’s the one that popped your

brushing against death, Charmaine shot back with a grin, “Oh,

is none of your business.

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 how long I’ve waited

glared at his brother. He pretended to cry with an overly dramatic display, his handsome face contorting comically. As Charmaine would

about the consequences, Charmaine turned to Emyr and asked, “Wait, was it really your first