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,

Charmaine stared,

let out a low, sardonic laugh. “What? Does it scare you?”

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

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

to you? It doesn’t even fit with your

for a split second, and he froze.

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if her

spell, he pushed

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

toward

better, I’ll vanish like the obedient little assistant you want.”

to make him

was something about her final words that grated on him. He couldn’t quite

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

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

a mix of worry and restrained frustration. On the other side of the room, the Read family

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

everything—an enviable life as the cherished daughter of the

had thrown it all into chaos

had become a national joke, dragging the Nelson name through the

Quinns not intervened, the damage

broke the tense silence, barely above a whisper. “I’m

fragile, carried on trembling sobs.

four parents–Willard and Olympia, Bennett and Sophie–moved closer to her bed. But when their eyes met, Bennett and Sophie

taking Leah’s hand in hers. It felt icy, and the

done, she was still the girl Olympia