"I agree to this but that's as long as you do not poke your nose in what I do."
"You have the deal!" The man chuckled in his husky voice while raising his hands in a surrender gesture.
"But You need to agree to my side of conditions too." He stepped forward and whispered in her ears, his hot breath tickling them, yet she did not waver one bit from where she was.
"I did say I will agree, didn't I?" Sherry maintained a calm and composed look on her face as she confronted him head on. She placed her hands on his collar and pulled him forward until they were at the same eye level.
"Mr. Smith!" She whispered in a low voice like how he had done before. 
'Hah...This woman is really good at driving me nuts...' Levian knew this was going to be a challenge for him.
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Sherry was a bright child that everyone loved. Her foster parents her step siblings and her friends.  Everyone loved her and spoilt her. But she dies on the day of her marriage just as she was about to get her makeup done.
A disease?? No??
On that very day her fiance is at hospital but not for her but because he is about to be daddy......
Sherry unknown to all this except the fact she was poisoned by her bridesmaid  rebirths a day before her marriage.
 In this life she takes different options  but then ugly truth about everything starts to surface.
What would she do when she realizes everything was fake??
And a mysterious man appears out of nowhere and says as long as she marries him he would even wipe out whole of the city that made a fool out of her.
Is he trustworthy??
Who is he??
Why is he so cold to her but warm at same time??

Reborn For Revenge: Mr. Smith Can You Handle it?

“Were you nervous?” Levian asked as he walked behind her, matching his steps with her steps. The lights flickered on the street, creating dancing shadows in the night street. 


“A bit.” Sherry smiled. “But not anymore." Her footsteps sounded relaxed now, so Levian believed her. 


After having a hearty dinner with the grandfather, they returned from the mansion. The dinner was not bad, but things did become awkward midway when the conversation was about food preferences. 


Sherry had met Levian just yesterday so she had no idea about it, but based on her memory and observation, she had seen Levian eat anything that was given to him. 


Levian was clever enough the direct the conversation elsewhere after Sherry said a few of his eating habits, among which ninety percent of them were close to the truth. He had once again felt the joy and terror of having a smart wife. 


You Are The Real Pervert!