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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 · Fantaisie
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592 Chs

Chapter 291

The message that followed was obvious.

[ That is my main purpose here today, Scholar Theodore. I have been curious to discuss this book you suggested to me with you.

Is it possible for us to take a seat to share our opinion? That is if the scholar is not busy. ]

Very Ladylike but right to the point with honesty, to tell him in my notes… Since we're not going around in circles when it comes to novels buddy. So.

'Say f*cking yes, purple worm. Or I'll hate you again… Maybe.' — I thought, handing the note to him which his eyes read in a second to energetically agree.

"I am not busy! This way my lady!"

'Even the stutter disappeared!! As expected!!' — As determined as him, I nodded to go down the steps he pointed with respectful reverence.

And all of us marched downstairs, totally serious. Or at least I was, since I truly know how important a meeting this is.