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

Chapter 36 Fake Tears

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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.

hanging just below his collarbone, its simple design stark

a moment, Charmaine

gaze and let out a low, sardonic

of her trance. “Why would it

her initial surprise. “I’m just wondering why someone like you–you know, practically a supervillain–wears a pendant. It

“Let me guess. Someone important gave it to you? It doesn’t even fit with your

his for a split second, and he froze.

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Fake Tears.

if her words had

breaking the spell, he

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voice as cold as steel, “this is not something you should concern yourself with, Don’t let your imagination run

shrugged, stepping toward the

leg’s better, I’ll vanish like the obedient little assistant

carried just enough defiance to make him clench his jaw.

her final words that grated on him. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why, but it

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

transferred. The room, luxurious and spacious, offered no

frustration. On the other side of

the news broke. The shock of it had been unbearable.

as the cherished daughter of the

she had thrown it all into

scandal. She had become a national joke, dragging the Nelson name through

Quinns not intervened, the damage

silence, barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.

fragile, carried

when their eyes met, Bennett and Sophie

hers. It felt icy, and the

had done, she was still the girl Olympia