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, off-white cloud

dress and in the arms of a man. The man holding her had a

table and found that she looked

her?

filled with questions, the bathroom door opened,

toward her

photo, but the photo obviously reduced the extent

in water vapor. Although he had deliberately restrained his aura and coldness, Aveline still

long scar on the exposed skin of his chest,

you finally

and pointed to the wedding photos on the wall,

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

miss the crystal candle stand held in Aveline's

P.n?

imagined. Alexander thought that Aveline would look like a pure white baby or a newborn kitten@fter she lost all her memories and woke up. How could she be

s won

mind and said with doting

Q.UMS

tentatively, and Aveline's

didn't feel strange about him, it was

is it that the first thing she

him was not love, but

seemed like a voice was shouting in

Was it hate?