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

Chapter 405.

Adam walked to the woman's side, looking slightly anxious, "Is my daughter in your care?"

The woman looked up at him, the devil's totem mask covering her face, her voice calm, "I'l tell you after we finish playing."

Adam endured his surging anger, knowing that a Poisonous Worm member was ruthless, so he didn't dare to stimulate her at will.

The woman moved a little to the side, and he sat beside her.

He naturally knew how to play the piano, but his level was limited to

understanding sheet music and being able to play a tune.

Under the guidance of the woman, the strings he hadn't touched for a long time slowly played in his heart.

After they finally finished playing, he continued to ask, "Did you kidnap my daughter?"

The woman chuckled, "I remember you came to see me for leukemia treatment. Your wife is still in the ICU, right?"

"Do you have a way to save her?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I ask you to come to see me?" She replied naturally.

After hearing this, Adam did not look the least bit happy. Instead, he asked warily, "What conditions?"

He heard the woman laugh softly, then lean closer to him, "Indeed, there is a condition."

such a close distance, he could clearly smell the perfume on her body, it was a rose scent,

blew a strand of her hair to Adam's cheek, carrying a faint floral fragrance, and Adam subconsciously took a step

hand, her

"What is it?"

word for word, "Enjoy the spring breeze with

thinking that

you say?" He

slowly climbed onto his chest with one hand, caressing his Adam's apple

said, stay with me all night, and I'll save your wife,

mercilessly pushed her onto

the piano, making a muffled sound. Adam moved

the woman not only did not get angry at all, but the corners

as indifferent as

at her, the stranger he felt, and he couldn't help but overlap her with the woman in

couldn't be her, Adam still asked, "Who are

lock of black hair and played with her fingertips, "Take

know each

hand, which

if that person was still alive, she would be a middle-aged woman

how well taken care

she is,

for

like this, so he quickly

belongs to en.kikistori