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

Chapter 581.

Warm sunlight poured in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the gorgeous European-style bed.

The woman lying on the bed had a snow-white complexion and delicate facial features; she was as beautiful as Snow White.

Probably because the sun was too dazzling, she woke up from her sleep with a frown on her face.

She just woke up; her head was blank, and there was a dull pain in it.

It was as if something had taken away everything from her head. Not only was her

head empty, but her heart was also empty.

Who is she? Where is she?

Hearing the sound of running water, Aveline looked curiously toward the

bathroom. Someone was washing inside. Who is it?

She lifted the quilt and got down to the ground, stepping on the soft plush carpet with her bare feet.

Although it was freezing outside, there was a warm heater in the room, making it feel like a spring day in March or April.

She looked around. The decoration was mainly warm yellow with a creamy touch.

bed,

a wedding dress and in the arms of a man. The

found that she looked exactly like the woman

that her? Is she

questions, the bathroom door opened, and the man

photo walked toward her wrapped in a

but the photo obviously reduced the extent of his

out covered in water vapor. Although he had deliberately restrained

on the exposed skin of his chest, which does not match the man's

you finally woke

and pointed to the wedding photos on the wall, "What is

took a step back warily, staring at him with a

crystal candle stand held in Aveline's hand. She was

P.n?

white baby or a newborn kitten@fter she lost all

s won

the questions in his mind and said with doting

Q.UMS

tentatively, and Aveline's feelings for him

strange about him, it was

wife, why is it that the first

him was not love,

like a voice was shouting in her head,

Was it hate?