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.

of them and said,

be too arrogant in

three people were left in the room.

Today, she

how cautious Layla was, Aveline deliberately suppressed her

the room, her back was straight,

walked

stood still in front of Layla, he stood there with hands behind his back, looking at Layla with an icy

these years

lowered her head, unable to see her expression,

mistreat

Mr. Y's life

eyes widened. How could these two know each

clearly feel the

eleven

"Yes."

"That was when you came to me."

taller now, but I'm just as thin as

his hand, just like an elder, wanting to take

with her hand, but it was only for a moment,