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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 · Fantasi
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592 Chs

Chapter 90

We stayed in silence for a while as I stared at the Duke the whole time.

He wouldn't lift his eyes from the drawing, not even for a second, as if the paper had rapted his attention.

I was still stunned at his reaction, and looking at his never-fading smile... His happiness became infectious.

'Seeing him so happy also makes me happy... Maybe my drawing skills are really good here?..... Heh. I knew it, I'm awesome~'

"..."

'Anne~ do you see that?~ We succeeded~~ Your dad is happy~!'

Marianne had kept still for a while, but I could feel her react to my self-praise as my body tingled. When I mentioned what our eyes were seeing while those thoughts took form, she became shy, and then, a similar feeling to the one I had when the Sir thanked me flowed from my stomach.