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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 51

I didn't know the exact time it was, but I could tell it was late at night. Meaning it would take a while to get the food prepared.

A long silence prevailed after the Duke spoke, making me a little anxious, not knowing what to talk about now.

'It's not like I can suggest a topic…'

I did think of using the post-it like notes… but my body was still feeling weary and I didn't want Marianne's Father to worry anymore by making it obvious. So Even though the constant silence was starting to make me uncomfortable, I abstained from asking for them, to break it.

'Ugh, I hate this silence...'

To help myself from the awkward sensation, I began searching with my eyes for something to distract my thoughts within the walls that made up our bedroom.