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,

on the wall. In the photo, she is wearing a wedding dress and in

found that she looked exactly like the woman

her? Is

she was filled with questions, the bathroom door opened, and

her

looked very handsome in the photo, but the photo obviously reduced the extent of

deliberately restrained his aura and coldness, Aveline still felt danger

a long scar on the exposed skin of his chest, which does not match

finally

his question and pointed to the wedding photos on the

her, but Aveline took a step back warily, staring at him with a pair

miss the crystal candle stand held in Aveline's hand.

P.n?

look like a pure white baby or a newborn kitten@fter she lost all her memories and woke up. How

s won

away the questions in his mind and said with doting eyes: "Aveline,

Q.UMS

tentatively, and Aveline's feelings for

feel strange about him, it was obvious that she

since they are husband and wife, why is it

him was not love,

shouting in her head,

Was it hate?