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

Chapter 205 What’s Wrong With Emyr?

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As soon as Charmaine stepped into the villa, a sarcastic voice drifted down from upstairs. “Never thought my maid would be so capable. She could casually buy a company and become its chairman.”

She looked up to see Emyr leaning against the second–floor railing with a frosty expression.

Charmaine’s heart gave a slight jolt.

Satan got the news way too fast…

“I can explain,” she said.

She hurried up the spiral staircase, slightly out of breath when she reached him.

Emyr’s voice remained indifferent. “There’s no need to explain. We’re not that close.”

Charmaine pouted, showing no intention of sparing Satan’s ego. “I don’t believe that. If you really didn’t want to hear my explanation, you wouldn’t be standing here waiting for me to come home.”

Emyr was at a loss for words.

Nearby, Tad coughed lightly and quietly slipped away.

Charmaine crouched down slightly and her clear eyes het Emyr’s gaze.

“You’ve already looked into everything about me. You how exactly how things were with the Reads and the Nelsons.” Her voice was calm and unwavering.

“I also told you before–I don’t need anyone meddling in my affairs. I’ll handle them myself.”

Emyr’s gaze darkened slightly. “Buying out Bennett’s company–was that your revenge?”

even try to hide it. “I want him to

spark of determination flashed in her

was silent for a

She always wore her emotions on her face, but he had the distinct feeling

too many things about her that

As long as she wasn’t a threat to his life,

entertainment and was hard

his mindset seemed to shift.

preferences, her dislikes,

made such a bold move behind his back, and he only found nut firm

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about this was baffling. He

with him.

at the same time, he had no desire to suppress

Charmaine pointed out, here he

a straight face. Where did

“Uh…

skills are decent. I… I

was her first official patient–she had never taken the initiative to treat

she couldn’t possibly

scoff. “So you were hiding a private stash of money

momentarily stunned before realizing

of the day, this was about

instincts really

this is a misunderstanding! It’s not that I don’t want to pay you back, but priorities exist, right? I couldn’t just spend all my hard–earned savings on cakes and clothes! But don’t worry, Mr. Emyr! I’ll start

misinterpreted his words. “When did I ever ask you to pay me back?”

you just-”