held onto the big pillow beside her, thinking

till not good, it will

ny novels to hear Matteo

e of the novel, imagining that she would be looked down upon and then marry a handsome, rich

uch, and drank less in the f

lemnly, patted her fair face,

a dream for many people, an

o wash her face to

hite hand, lowered his black eyelashes, and slowly a

ly, and the man's voice was magnetic and pleasant, "

o get out of bed, and she was so scared that she

a famous Italian craftsman, put it on the wooden high table beside him with his

then I..." He paused, and laughed sof

thought of Paul Müller's words

. Families like us still need to

arranged marriage, and so were Paul Müller's parents.

all well-

r covering her cheeks, revealing only half of he

to be held, Matteo Schneide

d the corner of the snow-white q

is to be held, she shoul

ust Familie Fischer

biological daughter, she is still a lot worse than Matteo Schn

his eyelids and finally looked over. He looked relaxed and

üller's words at the dinner party yeste

e. Just yesterday, this kn

y collapsed, completely shatterin

, his eyelashes drooping, and he lowered his head for a few secon

straightened up, as if

nded Lia Wagner like thorns and tangled threads seemed to be cut off

to turn around stopped

ed, his Adam's apple with red marks rolled slightly, and his voice was as lazy

s calm and

Adam's apple to the other's cold jaw, and asked softly,

d his eyebrows slightl

t him. Her eyes were empty and unfocused. Her fingers tugged at her sk