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

Chapter 62 Eymr’s Soft Spot or Not

Freya felt utterly humiliated after being exposed in public.

Does this girl know medicine too?

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“Emyr, don’t believe her. These are just nourishing supplements–I only wanted to help improve your health-”

“There’s no need for that!” Emyr cut her off sharply. Then he ordered, “Alfred, please escort Dr. White out. She doesn’t need to come for consultations anymore.”

Freya looked as though she’d been struck by lightning. She thought she must have misheard. “Emyr, stop joking. If I don’t come, who will treat your condition?”

“She’s enough.”

Who?

Freya was stunned. Before she could ask for clarification, Alfred firmly escorted her out of the room.

Charmaine walked up to Emyr. “Do you still want these pills?”

Emyr shot her a sidelong glance. “Do you want me to throw you out too?”

Charmaine quickly waved her hands. “Please, Mr. Emyr, I’m innocent here.”

With that, she emptied the bottle of pills into the artificial pond nearby.

These pills were of no use to Emyr, so feeding them to the crocodile in the pond wouldn’t hurt.

Emyr watched her as she picked up a piece of dried fish and started teasing Little Fish. Her slender and graceful figure stood out to him.

Watching Little Fish retreat repeatedly from her teasing, Charmaine laughed heartily.

Her natural beauty paired with the small red beauty mark near her eye made her look alluring.

fun, she turned back and asked with a smile, “Mr. Emyr, do you have any other instructions? If not, I’ll

withdrew his gaze, which had unknowingly lingered on

Are you busy?”

for Charmaine to

slightly. “Didn’t you call me here just to help get rid of Dr.

been

as oblivious as Freya wouldn’t have caught

was exactly why she had

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exclaimed in mock regret, “Oh no, I completely misunderstood Mr. Emyr’s intentions. I’d

dropped a few

chest heaved as he worked to steady his breathing. Once composed, he explained, “Freya is the granddaughter of one of my grandfather’s old friends. Keeping her around makes the old man happy. After my accident, the doctors were of no use. I didn’t want to upset my

lived to

lowered his eyes after speaking. He

away her

had seemed untouchable even seated in a wheelchair. He was aloof and commanding, like a deity

time, she got a glimpse at the vulnerable side hidden beneath his unshakable

imposing people had their

but hesitated. Finally, she rested her hand lightly on the arm of his wheelchair. “Don’t

her for a long moment before

one

your class schedule. Work

thrown off by the abrupt change

as he looked at her

few

have to serve me?”

course not,” she

had just started feeling sorry for him–what a waste

has any soft spot! That Satan