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

Chapter 367 Last Shred of Hope

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Just as Charmaine was about to succeed in touching Emyr's hackside her wrist was muddenly grabbed. In the next instant, the world spin, and she found herself pinned firmly to the beat beneath him

Emy's hot breath brushed against the back of her ear. When Charmaine turned her head, die met his smoldering, dark gaze.

In that brief moment, she saw the raw, hidden desire in his eyes

A shiver ran down her spine, and her heart pounded wildly. Guiltly, the averted her gaze.

D*mn! I had taken the game too far!

Emyr had been holding himself back for too long, his voice husky and rough. "Do you think I'll just let you have your way? That I wouldn't dare to take you right now?"

His heavy breathing sent heat rising to Charmaine's face.

Her wet, glistening eyes darted around before she suddenly dove under the blanket, curling up like a stubborn kid hiding in its shell. "I was just trying to be nice and give you a massage, and now you're mad? Fine! No more massages. Let's sleep!"

Watching her shamelessly play the victim, Emyr was both exasperated and amused. He had no way to deal with her.

Sinnova was right-Charmaine had him wrapped around her finger.

Late at night, Freya and her parents rushed into the hospital just as the doctor stepped out of the emergency room.

Freya's voice trembled as she grabbed the doctor's arm. "She's always been

face was grim. "She ingested an excessive amount of Libbugroot, which triggered acute liver failure. We managed to stabilize her condition after gastric lavage, but

"What?"

swayed unsteadily, stumbling back a step. His wife caught

Havenwood. How could she suffer such severe poisoning just from taking the wrong

had brought Agatha to the hospital. Her tone turned ice-cold. "Mrs. White has a personal nutritionist planning all her meals.

servants had been scared out of their wits. Now, with Freya's furious interrogation, they were crying

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took it once before she started

idi*ts! Who told you to take Grandma to some quack doctor? Are you trying

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wailed in protest, "No! Mrs. White insisted on going! She said the doctor was a direct disciple of Basil, a highly skilled

Basil... That means...

Freya's mind. For a

servant's arm, her grip like a vice. Her voice was terrifyingly sharp. "Who did Grandma see today?" The servant sobbed

Robin ...

Freya. Without

of the hallway, she dialed a number. The moment the call connected,