Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 403.

Soon, the sound of the door opening came from outside. Aveline was so nervous that she grabbed onto her sleeves.

In the past, Layla was secretly controlling everything, but now their positions were reversed, and Layla was still unaware of her presence.

The truth was close at hand. How could that not be exciting?

The door opened, and a woman in a white dress walked in. Her figure was tall but very thin.

Although she was wearing a mask, her bare skin was as fair as snow.

Just by looking at her figure, one could tell what a beautiful face she had behind the mask.

Her legs were normal, presumably she deliberately pretended to be a cleaner with leg problems, and even deliberately painted her face black to not attract attention.

The wind blew her white dress, and without looking at her face, one would think that she was a very gentle and kind girl.

She stopped three meters away, her hands naturally hanging by her side, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Mr. Y, are you looking for me?"

This should be her original voice. It is different from before, not pleasant, and even sounds like her throat is injured.

Evan crossed his legs and slowly turned the gemstone ring, exuding a strong coldness.

the two of

Mason were obviously a little worried, but they didn't dare to be too arrogant in front of Evan, so they pushed open the door and

were left in

remembered what Evan had said. Today, she was just

Layla was, Aveline deliberately

one left in the room, her back was straight, without the

up and walked towards

he stood there with hands behind his back, looking at Layla

years been

lowered her head, unable to see her expression,

mistreat me.

Mr. Y's

could these two know

could clearly feel the

remember you were eleven

"Yes."

to me." Layla curled her fingers and squeezed out a sentence

I'm just as thin as

his hand, just like an elder, wanting

was only for a moment, and