Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695.

No one knows better than him how stubborn Ciara was about her feelings. Wesley still remembers her expression when she brought pictures of those ancient paintings and porcelain and placed them in front of him like a treasure.

With a natural arrogance but trying his best to hold back for his own sake, the corners of his mouth still couldn't stop rising.

"Wesley, take a look at Mr. Bruno's paintings. I spent a lot of effort buying them."

At that time, Ciara had stars 1 in her eyes and was as proud as the sun in the sky.

When did she start to change?

The scorching sun in the past had turned into a bright and cold moon, and there was no trace of infatuation for him in the corners of her eyes and pupils.

She even said lightly that she would sell it at any price.

"Ciara!" Wesley was furious.

Ciara looked at him lazily, "Do you have any objections to me handling my own things?"

Before Wesley could answer, Ciara added coldly: "If you have any opinions, just keep it to yourself. I bought it with my own money and it has nothing to do with you."

After saying that, Ciara turned around and left without looking back.

Wesley looked at the direction she was leaving, feeling indescribably complicated.

Eloise could see what he was thinking. This man was feeling complicated. He didn't cherish what was given to him before, but now that he saw that Ciara had no feelings for him, he was not used to it.

"Wesley, is my sister angry with me? If she is, let's not stay there. I think upstairs is pretty good too."

"No, you can stay there if you like." Wesley comforted Eloise and shook off the weird feeling in his heart.

Eloise sniffed, "Then I'll find her and apologize to her later."

"Mom, I understand."

Aveline agreed obediently. In short, as long as Alexander was safe and sound, everything else didn't matter.

They were in the light, and the mastermind behind the scenes was in the dark. They had no better way but to go with the flow.

"Mom, do you really want to sleep here tonight?"

"What? Are you afraid that your bed won't fit?"

"Of course not, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

Ciara raised her hand and touched Aveline's head, "I have a daughter who is about the same age as you. She left me and hasn't returned. To be honest, I see you as my daughter, so you and I should not see each other as outsiders. If you have any questions or requests, you can tell me."

Aveline nodded. Was it her imagination? Why did she think there was some guilt in Ciara's eyes?