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

Chapter 622.

The man obviously knew her, but his dress deliberately concealed himself, and his aura did not look like an ordinary person; he exuded danger.

But it happened that he was such a strange man, having two babies in his care, and he had the likeness of a tiger sniffing roses.

Suppose she were to assume that he is a human trafficker. Which human trafficker is willing to buy so many clothes for babies?

Aveline raised her eyes and took a look at the price tag. The price of any small piece of clothing was several hundred dollars in the store, as well as diapers and milk powder. There were two full trolleys.

The price of all he bought must be several thousand at least. How could any trafficker be so generous?

The children were still crying, and he didn't look impatient at all. He also took out two small pacifiers from his pocket.

The pacifiers were sealed in sterile bags, which means that the men disinfected them in advance before stepping out.

He stuffed the little pacifier into the children's mouths, and the crying finally stopped.

Aveline saw the two children lying on the man's shoulders, with two lines of unwiped tears hanging on their chubby faces.

The big round eyes looked in her direction, and her nose was red. The children's cute appearance looked very much like that of two kittens.

Aveline thought it was a bit strange. Babies that could be held upright were

more than three months old. When she first held them, the baby was

Auntie Helen happily

how old

"They look about the same age as my grandson, but my grandson

carry him like

the same as Aveline's, and

Madam, you can see they are twins. It is very likely that their mother's body was stimulated causing the babies to be born prematurely, so

term. Madam, if your child was

darken, Auntie Helen stretched out her hand and slapped her mouth a few times,è "Madam, look at my broken mouth. I am so sorry for the outburst. You are still so young, and you will

subject, "How are the clothes you are

madam, the clothes I picked are so beautiful and soft to the touch. This time is better, unlike those

ones in her hand and picked

Aveline ignored her, "Children grow up

so it's a good idea

"Thank you, madam."

think that if her child was still alive, he must be very

recalled the appearance of the little baby girl who just lay in her arms. She was white and tender, with eyes so big and round like a Barbie doll's and

come meet him in a coffee shop. Who

she couldn't tell whether the

for

closed her eyes, Bridget's death was