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Reborn as a Mind-Reading Empress

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naïve Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin! With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime too!” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.

Athena_Varinder · Fantaisie
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Chapter 776: Testing His Limits

Arabella pretended to spread it up and down his chest and abs to make the soap lather even more, "accidentally" letting the tip of her fingers brush against his nipples every time.

[Is she intentionally avoiding touching my nipples? It would feel good if she touched my nipples too.] Ferdinand thought.

Arabella smirked and was glad she was standing behind him and could not see it.

She continued slowly spreading the soap on his broad body. Letting her hands enjoy the feel of his hard and toned muscles.

His body temperature had reason and steam was oozing off his body.

"Oh my!" Arabella gasped when Ferdinand suddenly rose and cornered her against the wall.

"My lady, you should wash me properly. You haven't spread the soap everywhere yet," he demanded.

'See? Being a servant doesn't suit him at all. How can a servant demand this from his mistress?' 

Arabella did not back down though, "Alright."