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

Chapter 97 Please Don’t Kill Me

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Emyr showed no sympathy at all. Without hesitation, he held her hand down, preventing any movement.

It seemed like something had caught his attention. He turned her hand over, closely examining her palm.

The roughness was unmistakable–evidence of hard labor and time spent working.

Charmaine tried to pull away, but Emyr noticed the reddened skin on the back of her hand. His eyes narrowed slightly as he pinned her down again.

Powerless to move, Charmaine leaned forward, her voice curious, “What are you looking at?”

Emyr pressed down lightly on the back of her hand, causing her to gasp, “Ow!”

He released her hand only to begin massaging the tender area with his fingers.

His voice remained cold as he spoke, “You should’ve stayed at the villa. What made you leave and wander around?”

Charmaine, slightly pouting, replied in a soft tone, “Someone asked me to treat them. That’s why I came out

“And that’s exactly why I told you to stay out of other people’s business. What would you have done if you hadn’t run into Keon?”

Her lips stuck out, her face tinged with a faint flush. She felt like clay in his hands–soft, yielding, and easily molded.

Emyr didn’t hesitate to tease her, pinching and squeezing wherever he could.

This woman, who often clashed with him, had been a constant source of annoyance.

He’d considered putting an end to her defiance many times, but now … doing away with her seemed too simple.

far more interesting to

the driver exchanged knowing glances through the rearview

could make Emyr behave

Emyr holding her in place, she had

in a swift move, bit down on Emyr’s

brakes, and Tad jumped in surprise, calling out,

driving. It’s fine.”

Charmaine a sharp tap on the back of her head, his hand sliding down her hair to rest at the nape of

spoke in a low, warning tone, “If you bite

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after a few moments of

let

go,

her dazed gaze falling on the bite mark

pinched me first!” she

phone to examine the mark on his neck.

doing, Charmaine quickly leaned in

than biting, she softly placed her lips on the bruise she had

through his body. His entire frame shuddered, and his voice became rougher, “Charmaine, what are you

his skin. “I’m just blowing on it. My grandma used to tell me that blowing on an injury would make it feel

Emyr’s body went rigid.

the warmth of her body pressed against his.

when people crossed his boundaries, but Charmaine kept doing it–over and over. She kept breaking his rules, and now, she was making him feel things he

gripped her chin, lifting her face to force her to look him

slightly intoxicated, seemed to invite him. In a low, hoarse voice,

“I’m here to treat you.”