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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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593 Chs

Chapter 172

Puff!

My seat made a small deflated noise once I sat down. I was in a single seat, while she was on the lengthy couch beside it. And so, sensing her silent glare at my arrival, I began my attack.

Taking my post-it notes out of my inside pocket, I began writing the first thing that came to mind.

[ Did you like the Room? ]

Quite a normal and fitting question. However, I must admit that I hesitated a little before handing it as it was.

I kind of wanted to add "My Room" there to brag since the best room in the Palace is mine, but I figured it would only light up some dynamite that could be laying around unnoticed, and abstained from doing it for safety measures.

Reaching out my hand to her so she would take the notes, I watched her looking up and down at me with that charming contempt She specialises in and waited for her to deign and take it.