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

Chapter 35 Let Me Assist You

He wouldn’t admit it, but Charmaine was starting to ge under his skin,

Finished

Once Tad had left, Emyr wheeled himself into the bathroom as he usually did. The maid facing away from him was checking the water’s temperature. He spoke curtly, “Leave.”

The maid stood and turned around at a slow pace.

“Mr. Emyr, it’s not safe for someone with your condition to be alone. Let me assist you.”

When he saw Charmaine’s smile drawing near, Emyr raised an eyebrow, a brief flash of surprise crossing his face.

The brief expression vanished so quickly that even Emyr might not have realized it.

He quickly replaced it with a look of disdain, “What is it now, Charmaine?”

Charmaine approached the wheelchair with a playful gleam in her eyes.

She slightly leaned in and teased, “Didn’t you ask me to look after you, so here I am, ready to take care of you…

Emyr froze for a moment, his attention caught by a glimpse of what lay inside Charmaine’s neckline from this angle.

In that brief lapse of focus, Charmaine had already undone two buttons of his shirt.

His face shifted in an instant, and he tightened his grip on Charmaine’s delicate wrist, as though a slight squeeze could snap it.

But in the blink of an eye, Charmaine swiftly twisted her hand by taking control of his, and forcefully slammed his arm onto the wheelchair’s armrest.

The sharp sound of the impact echoed throughout the bathroom.

For a moment, they both froze; their eyes locked in mutual surprise.

expression darkened immediately.

blazing in his eyes, Charmaine hesitantly let

it over to inspect the damage, her eyes widened in

of his hand all

as she spoke softly, “I didn’t think you’d grab me so hard. Should I, uh … give you

piercing gaze locked onto her, his voice laced with suspicion. “Charmaine, what kind of stunt are you pulling

nose playfully, her expression feigning innocence.

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seriously think he’d

crime Charmaine said, throwing her hands up. “How was I supposed to know you’re so fragile? It’s not like I planned for you to bruise from a little. roughhousing.”

pale skin, and even though he now sported a sun–kissed tan, it didn’t make sense for his skin to redden so easily

menacing as a helpless fish trapped in a crocodile pit. She instinctively pressed her lips

to be mad

sweet voice tinged with a playful charm carried a calming warmth that made his heart

moment.

nudged open a tiny crack within him, letting in an

a sarcastic edge, “Since when did you start

she

to the slight softening

“If you despise me and won’t let me treat your leg, does that mean I’m doomed

as

end up losing control and strangle

“Hey, you!”

Emry was truly

and went on, “I

a mocking

it was finally time for her to