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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 · Fantasie
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592 Chs

Chapter 476

"! Yes! I would never stain myself with another woman, my Lady! That… that night, that woman one-sidedly decided to come into our place and…! It infuriated me… how shamelessly and disgracefully she tried to invade the place I was waiting for you… I told her from the moment I saw her to leave… yet if not because I forced her to do so… I-… I do not want to speak badly of a lady as such is what manners tell a gentleman not to do… however….. believe myself, my Lady… I… I would never let my hand touch or be touched by any other…"

"…"

"… not unless it is you… My lady Marianne…"

"…"

"Do believe me…"

Holding onto her hand, leaning and begging with the weakness of his sound, Zeleskiaz requested the lady to find truth in his words, inhaling her scent, nervous to lose it… even though the woman was lost in the tenderness her soul held with strength in the desire to believe his every word and expression…