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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

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Chapter 379

"Lady Marianne, maybe we could go inside now. My feet are hurting, I wish to sit for a bit before welcoming the other ladies."

Knowledgeable that the lady had yet to meet the man inside the tent, Jasmine suggested… anticipating the scene of her brother meeting the woman he probably peeked at once he found himself in her company at the resting waterfalls.

Innocently, Marianne followed the princess inside. Thankful of her suggestion as her body also requested rest… and unaware of the mischievous intentions her friend had in mind, her expression perked up after a few steps were taken inside.

At the back of the tent, the Empress gave orders to the busy servants while an aloof Zeleskiaz stood with a visible frown… for his hearing was a blessed curse which had warned him of the woman's approach along with his acute sense of scent for with their entrance the breeze also delivered the beloved's essence stronger.