Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 405.

Adam walked to the woman's side, looking slightly anxious, "Is my daughter in your care?"

The woman looked up at him, the devil's totem mask covering her face, her voice calm, "I'l tell you after we finish playing."

Adam endured his surging anger, knowing that a Poisonous Worm member was ruthless, so he didn't dare to stimulate her at will.

The woman moved a little to the side, and he sat beside her.

He naturally knew how to play the piano, but his level was limited to

understanding sheet music and being able to play a tune.

Under the guidance of the woman, the strings he hadn't touched for a long time slowly played in his heart.

After they finally finished playing, he continued to ask, "Did you kidnap my daughter?"

The woman chuckled, "I remember you came to see me for leukemia treatment. Your wife is still in the ICU, right?"

"Do you have a way to save her?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I ask you to come to see me?" She replied naturally.

After hearing this, Adam did not look the least bit happy. Instead, he asked warily, "What conditions?"

He heard the woman laugh softly, then lean closer to him, "Indeed, there is a condition."

From such a close distance, he could clearly smell the perfume on her body, it was a rose scent, very strong.

But as she approached, the evening breeze blew a strand of her hair to Adam's cheek, carrying a faint floral fragrance, and Adam subconsciously took a step back.

The woman reached out and grabbed his hand, her body temperature lower than an ordinary person's.

"What is it?"

The woman said word for word, "Enjoy the spring breeze with me."

Adam's pupils dilated little by little, probably not thinking that a woman could make such a request.

"You, what did you say?" He even thought he was hallucinating.

The woman slowly climbed onto his chest with one hand, caressing his Adam's apple frivolously and ambiguously.

"I said, stay with me all night, and I'll save your wife, okay?"

Adam frowned and mercilessly pushed her onto the piano.

Her body fell on the piano, making a muffled sound. Adam moved away, "Madam, please respect yourself."

Being roughly treated by him, the woman not only did not get angry at all, but the corners of her lips curled up wildly.

"You're still as indifferent as ever."

The more Adam looked at her, the stranger he felt, and he couldn't help but overlap her with the woman in his memory.

Knowing that it couldn't be her, Adam still asked, "Who are you?"

She curled a lock of black hair and played with her fingertips, "Take a guess."

"Do we know each other?"

His gaze fell on the woman's hand, which was clearly a girl's skin.

Even if that person was still alive, she would be a middle-aged woman in her late fifties.

No matter how well taken care of it

she is,

was impossible for her skin

to look like this, so he quickly shook off the thoughts in his r

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did not answer, "So, are to do it or not? If not,

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neons come to an end, and

you can leave now."

Adam was speechless. Is there something wrong with Mrs. Dorssey?

How could such a strange request be made?

She crossed her arms and looked at him calmly, "Let me calculate, doesn't your wife only have sixty hours left? If you go back now, it'll be too late and you have to arrange for her funeral."

Adam reached out and grabbed her collar, exposing the veins on his forehead.

"My daughter, my wife, is it all your doing?"

"You want to kill me?"

She chuckled, "In that case, I can guarantee that Nora won't see the sunrise tomorrow."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Do it..."

The woman held a black cloth belt in her hand, "Blindfold yourself and come with me."

She saw Adam's hesitation and said, "Either your wife and daughter die, or you listen to me. It's your choice."