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

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

found that she looked exactly like

that her? Is she

with questions, the bathroom door opened, and the man

walked toward her wrapped

handsome in the photo, but

in water vapor. Although he had deliberately restrained his aura and

was a long scar on the exposed skin of his chest, which does not match the man's

you finally woke

the wedding photos on the wall, "What is our

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

candle stand held in

P.n?

like a pure white baby or

s won

said with

Q.UMS

tentatively, and Aveline's feelings for him were

didn't feel strange about him, it was obvious that she

are husband and wife, why is it that the first thing

not love, but

like a voice was shouting in her head, leave this

Was it hate?