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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 · Fantasy
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530 Chs

Chapter 65

'I only ate a measly piece that day… I didn't even get to try the other one…'

Now I feel sad…

There is no way a family of such high status would save those "passed out" desserts stay in the Dukedom. There is no way such a thing as a refrigerator exists here…

'... ah... Right...'

Since I was lost in thoughts, I had forgotten we were still hugging with the Duke. But now that I recalled it as I felt dejected, might as well take advantage of it.

Buring my face on his shoulder, digging into it disheartened by the loss, I started to pout inwardly.

'Sir~ my pastries~ what happened to my pastries~~ I need sugar to recover~~ give me my daily doses of pastries~~~'

"Oh… no… don't do that sweetie, your forehead will sting if you rub it in this rough fabric… hmm? Look at me… ah... it's already a bit red…"