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.

interesting to toy with her.

exchanged knowing glances through

person could make Emyr behave this way–and that person was Charmaine.

with Emyr holding her in place, she had no chance of escaping.

her head back and, in a swift

and Tad jumped in surprise, calling

driving. It’s

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

the area as he spoke in a low, warning tone, “If you bite me

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winced in realization, but after a few

let

go,

up, her dazed gaze falling on the bite mark she had left. A

pinched me first!”

his phone to

what he was doing, Charmaine quickly leaned

her

tingle through his body. His entire frame shuddered, and his voice

blowing on it. My grandma used to tell me that blowing on

kept blowing, Emyr’s body went

of her body pressed against his. Her proximity, her skin so close to his,

Charmaine kept doing it–over and over. She kept breaking his rules, and now, she was making him feel things

gripped her chin, lifting her face to force her to

seemed to invite him. In a low, hoarse voice, he asked, “Charmaine, what is it that you really want

“I’m here to treat