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

just examined, a slight smirk forming on

smile could steal one’s soul. But his hands,

clever, but do you think I’d listen to

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

expensive, custom-made wheelchair beneath him pinned her legs down,

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have left you

forced to listen to his shallow breathing as his

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

Emyr was astounded.

figure burst into the

right now! Do you want to

hold under Kane

immediately collapsed to the ground,

glanced up to see Emyr looking down at her. 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 wiping your hands clean? Can you disinfect

Emyr’s face grew darker.

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

death, Charmaine shot back with a

none of your

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

with an overly dramatic display, his handsome face contorting comically. As Charmaine would describe it as rather

turned to Emyr and asked, “Wait, was