After Swapping Marriage with My Sister, I Married the CEO

After saving a wealthy woman, my sister and I face a life-altering choice: marry her quiet son or take five million dollars. In our first life, my sister eagerly chose the heir, leaving me the cash to build a successful career. But her dream marriage became a nightmare under a paranoid spouse. Now, time has miraculously rewound. Standing before Grace Wells and her silent son once more, the fateful decision is ours to make again. Who will choose first?

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Chapter 6

"I thought you were going to tell your sister."

After Ivy left, Leonard looked at me seriously.

Obviously, it was the display of affection I had shown in front of Ivy that made Leonard feel confused.

"Are you also... afraid that your relatives will worry?"

Leonard suddenly stood up and rummaged through the drawers to find a box.

Put the things inside in front of me one by one.

He said, this is a mace, this is a vise, and this is industrial capsaicin.

"Elaine, if I attack you indiscriminately again next time, don't go easy on me."

He looked at me with such clear eyes, so sincere that I even felt a little guilty.

I tucked my pillow and hid the "torture box" I had prepared a little deeper.

These are not necessary. The ones I prepared are for self-defense, but the upgraded ones he prepared are for self-harm!

I finally figured out how my sister's teeth and nails were pulled out in her previous life.

"Elaine, although I don't remember what happened to me before, I know that my mother has been worried about my illness for many years. I finally met a girl who likes math as much as you do and shares the same interests with me. Can you... give me another chance and don't leave me in a hurry?"

I looked into Leonard's clear eyes, and my gaze moved up from his left temple. Hidden beneath his thick hair was a prominent and hideous old scar.

I felt a little sad, recalling how Grace had been somewhat similar to my grandmother.

They all strive to provide the best for their children.

But some people aren't born deserving of such love, like Ivy.

My grandmother knew that her personality was different from mine, that she was more sensitive and more vain, so she tried her best to prioritize meeting her needs from childhood to adulthood. However, her desires could never be satisfied, and she even blamed Grandma for not being able to give her a better upbringing and material comforts.

I could endure Ivy's suppression and bullying of me, but I could never forgive her for the cruelty she inflicted upon my grandmother, who had raised us for many years, all to coerce my submission.

Seeing my eyes well up, Leonard hurriedly asked what was wrong.

I shook my head, and plugged in my headphones.

Just now, while Ivy was in the bathroom, I slipped a recorder into her bag.

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