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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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Chapter 44

I was excited.

I used to buy pastries three times a week in my past life.

It's not that I have a sweet tooth, but I became accustomed to having tea with something sweet between four and five of the afternoon. However, what made it more enjoyable, was to go to the shop and choose the ones that looked the tastiest. I would say it was a kind of... A reward from I to me.

If no one gave them to me, I had no choice but to get them myself.

That's why, buying some here, made me a little happy.

'There are still things I can do here that I also did in my original world~ hehe~'

As soon as the carriage stopped, I opened the door and got out of it, completely ignoring the custom of waiting for the coachman to open the door or letting the man accompanying me help me down.

"Gasp! My– My Lady!"