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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 527

"I should leave before my stay is not welcomed."

"…! Why…!? Gasp… Why would it be not welcomed?" — Marianne said as she stood in hast becoming aware of his sudden departure, following his motion that wanted to escape their temptation and provoking his eyes to look back at her bashful youth, telling with her whole that any impulse he was restraining would gladly be received if it was her he referred to.

"…"

A throb made his heart halt to the love needing to fill the void with her touch again, and he looked at how her hands clasped her gown, hoping for his closeness to come back for more of her taste while he cursed himself and those outside her door that reminded him of the determination to win her everything correctly.

"Because the sun could rise and those outside could have no choice but to tell, my lady…"

"…"

"I will be joining you tomorrow, surely… Do rest well, my dear Lady Marianne."

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