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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasy
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592 Chs

Chapter 132

I patted her hand at a slow pace with mine trying to imply that she should calm down and let me use her shoulder for a while.

She must have been surprised, but, after a confused silence... She quaked a few words as she clasped my hand, surprisingly hard.

"Hinng... My Lady..... I am so sorry... Sob.. Please be healthy..."

'Oh my God..... Have I traumatized this poor girl with our weak health??... Sigh... She loves you so much, Marianne... We should work hard to tell her how grateful we are, alright?'

A cosy feeling began to grow as we looked at the pitiful Paige cry inconsolably.

She was certainly a nice girl to have around, very caring and cute, always attentive and accurate in making awe expressions whenever Marianne dressed up.

I've grown fonder of her presence these days and so, I lifted my hand to wipe her heartbreaking tears.

"...Hing...hic!...hum... Lady... Sniff.....My Lady is so kind...."

'Sigh... Come on...'