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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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599 Chs

Chapter 170

"Our walks become so short... We are already at Marianne's room and I did not even notice." — The Duke announced.

'Hmm? That's a given. That happens when you have good company, Mister~' — I inwardly replied, aware that this man would always feel this way if he had this much joy while hanging out with his daughters.

"Does Father have many matters to attend to?" — Theressa intervened, tilting her head curiously.

"Indeed... His Majesty had prepared many other documents for me to revise... Sigh... If not for Marianne's Banquet in honour of her naming I might have not seen you today, dear."

"... Oh, Father..."

"There is no way around it..." — He said after arriving at my chamber's entrance, turning to me and letting out a short huff before continuing. — "Sweetie... My gorgeous bird..."

Freeing his hands to hold my face in them, I met his fond grey eyes as his brows curved upwards together in a yearning expression.