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

Chapter 36 Fake Tears

#Finished

The man’s expression remained unchanged, his voice lm yet bold. “Since you seem so earnest, I’ll give you this one opportunity.” “Since you seem so earnest, I give you this one opportunity.”

Charmaine froze, her thoughts racing.

Seriously? You haven’t even glanced at me!

She grumbled under her breath, her irritation evident, but she crouched down and started undoing his buttons anyway.

Emyr sat still, allowing her to work. His eyes finally flickered toward her, studying her for the first time.

Her lashes framed her downcast eyes, long and curled, concealing whatever emotions might have been there. A small red mark on her cheek drew his attention.

As she puffed her cheeks in frustration, the mark moved with her subtle motions, adding an unexpected liveliness to her face.

It amused him to see her so annoyed.

But his amusement was fleeting.

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Emyr was not the type to enjoy physical contact, least of all from others–and even less so from women.

Her fingertips grazed his skin, so light it felt almost unreal, yet it stirred a sensation he couldn’t shake.

It sent an unwelcome jolt through him, bringing memories he had buried long ago.

Someone else had once been this close to him, but he refused to linger on the thought.

When Charmaine finally slid the shirt off his shoulders, her movements slowed. Her gaze locked on the tattoo sprawled across his chest–a fierce depiction of a mythical figure.

The figure looked almost alive, its intense presence meant to intimidate anyone who dared stare for too long.

She noticed the pendant hanging just below his collarbone, its simple design stark

Charmaine stared, captivated.

and let out a low, sardonic

snapping out of her trance. “Why would it scare

someone like you–you know, practically a supervillain–wears a pendant. It doesn’t really match your whole

her curiosity undeterred. “Let me guess. Someone important gave it to you? It doesn’t even fit

eyes met his for a split second, and he

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as if her

spell, he pushed her back.

Finished

“this is not something you should concern yourself with, Don’t

stepping toward the door.

it. I won’t pry. Once your leg’s better, I’ll vanish like the obedient little assistant you

defiance to make him

on him. He couldn’t quite pinpoint

was quiet, save for the rhythmic hum of machines and the faint

finally been transferred. The room, luxurious

mix of worry and restrained frustration. On the other side of the room, the Read family lingered, guilt hanging over them like a storm cloud.

Sophie had nearly collapsed when the news broke. The shock of it had been

enviable life as the cherished daughter of the Nelson family,

thrown it all into chaos with

a scandal. She had become a national joke,

Quinns not intervened, the damage might have

broke the tense silence, barely above a whisper.

carried

closer to her bed. But when their eyes met, Bennett

in hers.

she was still the girl Olympia had raised for 18