Reincarnated Lord’s Unwanted S*xual Technique

Charlotte, the Wife from a Political Marriage

Suddenly, I remembered that I was transmigrated.

So I'm going to go crawl up to my wife at night ASAP.

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"Hello, Charlotte"

In the courtyard of Desmond's mansion, in the brilliant sunshine, Charlotte, my wife, sat slumbering with a beautiful look of melancholy. On a white wooden table with a white porcelain teapot, teacups, and half-eaten scones, she was silently reading a book with leaden eyes.

Her platinum blonde hair was wavy and brilliant like it was covered in stardust. She is twenty-nine years old, one year older than me, but her large blue eyes look as if they are filled with emeralds, making her look much younger. Her cheeks are whiter than a teacup that she tilts with her delicate fingers, and her lips are like petals on a cup of tea that looks as if it has been infused with a red ruby.

I'm sure everyone wants to be that teacup. Or to be that tea. So do I, for that matter.

She let out a single sigh and glanced at me.