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Chapter 1798
Christopher stood tall and handsome in the corridor. Today, the sky was clear, but he felt an inexplicable chill.
What is she hiding in her hands?
What’s the secret in her heart?
“Master, what’s the matter?” At this moment, Butler Ye walked over and asked in a low voice.
Christopher’s handsome face was calm, and a few seconds later he lifted his thin lips, “I’m going to see the piece of paper that she hid in her hand later, do you understand?”
Steward Ye nodded respectfully, “Yes.”
…
After the wedding, a night of passion, Amanda has fallen asleep deeply in Christopher’s arms.
Christopher’s stiff back rested lazily against the head of the bed, a cigarette was burning in the fingers of his right hand, and Amanda in his left hand, letting her lie in his powerful arms.
He just smoked with his eyes low, and his eyes fell on Amanda beautiful’s small face for a long time.
At this time, a knock on the door sounded, and steward Ye’s voice came from outside the door, “Master.”
Christopher got up and got out of bed and opened the door of the room.
“Master, this is what you wanted.” Steward Ye handed over the drawing paper, “This seems to be something very important for the lady, and it was locked in the drawer.”
Christopher took the drawing paper, “I see, go now.”
“Okay, master.”
Christopher closed the door of the room, pinched out half of the cigarette b.utt in the ashtray, and then came to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Taking a look at Amanda who was sleeping, he slowly opened the drawing paper.
Christopher, who was in his 50s, jumped into his eyes.
His pupils shrank fiercely at this moment. He looked at this familiar and unfamiliar face on the drawing paper. Who is he?
The man on the drawing paper is just a back figure, but with a heavy sense of murder that has passed through the years, he is the one who has been in power for a long time.
His shoulders are stiff, but his white hair on the temples has been overwhelmed by the vicissitudes of the years.
Christopher stared at the man in a daze. How gentle and delicate is Amanda’s pen tip when she painted him. She copied every inch of his features as if it were a small hand, stroking him countless times in her dreams.
There are still mottled marks on the drawing paper, which are the tears she has shed.
Christopher remembered the scene he saw when he pushed the door and entered. Amanda looked at the back of the man on the drawing paper, tears streaming down her face.
At that moment, he knew that the man on the drawing paper was her favorite in this life.
Who is he?
Why is he so similar to himself?
She loves him, so what is he?
He grabbed this drawing paper, and there was already a storm in his heart. This year was already his and her fourth thought. When he first met at the temple that year, he ran into her shattered eyes, and then her eyes. It’s overflowing with love.
She seemed to have fallen in love with him very early.
It seemed that before he knew her, she had deep-rooted affection for him.
Christopher was thinking, does her fierce love for him… all come from this man?
Is he a substitute for this man?
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