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

the wall. In the photo, she is wearing a wedding dress and in the arms of a man. The man holding her

the dressing table and found that she looked exactly

her? Is

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

photo walked toward her wrapped in a

looked very handsome in the photo, but

out covered in water vapor. Although he had deliberately restrained

of his chest,

you finally

the wedding photos on the wall,

Aveline took a step back warily, staring at

not miss the crystal candle stand held in Aveline's hand. She was hostile

P.n?

pure white

s won

questions in his mind and said with doting eyes: "Aveline, we are

Q.UMS

approached her tentatively, and Aveline's feelings

feel strange about him, it was obvious that she did

wife, why is it that the

love, but a complex

seemed like a voice was shouting in her

Was it hate?