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.

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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.

her attention didn’t stop there. She noticed the pendant hanging just below his

moment, Charmaine stared,

and let out a low, sardonic

of her trance.

shifted, curiosity replacing her initial surprise. “I’m just wondering why someone like you–you know, practically a supervillain–wears a pendant. It doesn’t really match your

me guess. Someone important gave it to you? It doesn’t even fit with your tattoo, but you wear it anyway.”

sharp, playful eyes met his for a split second,

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breath caught as if her words

spell, he pushed

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

toward

I won’t pry. Once your leg’s better, I’ll

enough defiance to

something about her final words that grated on him. He

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

two long hours in the emergency ward, she had finally been transferred. The room, luxurious and spacious, offered no comfort to its

bed, their expressions a mix of worry and restrained frustration. On the other side of the room, the Read family lingered, guilt

Sophie had nearly collapsed when the news broke. The shock

everything—an enviable life as the cherished daughter of the Nelson family, a life most could only

into chaos with one impulsive

gossip; it was a scandal. She had become a national joke, dragging the Nelson name through the

intervened, the damage

the tense silence, barely

were fragile, carried

Sophie–moved closer to her bed. But when their eyes

Leah’s hand in hers. It felt

done, she was still the girl Olympia had raised for