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.

ས་མོ་ང་བའ་ད་ར་ན་རང་ད་ང་འ་ན་

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.

the pendant hanging just below his collarbone, its simple design stark against the bold

a moment, Charmaine stared,

lingering gaze and let out a low, sardonic laugh. “What? Does it

retorted, snapping out of her trance. “Why would it

someone like you–you know,

leaned in closer, her curiosity undeterred. “Let me guess. Someone important gave it to you? It doesn’t even fit with your

eyes met his for a

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Fake Tears.

her words had struck something sleeper.

the spell, he pushed her back.

Finished

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

shrugged, stepping toward the door.

I’ll vanish like the obedient little assistant you

carried just enough defiance to

on him. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why, but it left him unsettled.

for the rhythmic hum of machines and the faint sound of

transferred. The

restrained frustration. On the other side of the room, the Read

collapsed when the news broke. The

life as the cherished daughter of the Nelson family, a life most could only

it all into chaos

had become a national joke, dragging the Nelson name

Quinns not intervened, the damage might have been

voice broke the tense silence, barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave

words were fragile, carried

closer to her bed. But when their

didn’t pause. She reached out, taking Leah’s hand in hers. It

what Leah had done, she was still the