A Beauty with Multiple Masks novel Chapter 1804

Upon hearing Gaspar declare he would never get married and ask her to become his lover, Anna was furious.

Never in my life will I only be someone’s lover!

She smacked aside his hand that gripped her chin and spat out, “In your dreams! I’ll only be Maddox Nightshire’s wife, not just some lover!”

His lips curled with a hint of a withering smile when he heard her mention Vinson again.

He stretched out a hand and gripped her chin tightly. “Don‘t speak that name in front of me anymore. I’m telling you, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m Gaspar Rhaylie!”

Anna was so startled by his behavior that her eyes brimmed with tears.

She blinked at him and asked pitifully, “Then why do you look just like Madd…”

She was about to ask why he resembled Maddox, but when she recalled what he had just told her, she forced herself to bite back her words.

“That’s because I’m his older brother.” Although Gaspar was reluctant to admit it, he could not deny that the same blood ran through their veins.

His words prompted her to think of her situation, and she could not help thinking how similar it seemed. Her initial obsession with Vinson dissipated in the blink of an eye. At that moment, she somewhat pitied the man before her.

“Since you don’t want to get married, I won’t force you. However, you can’t be with any other woman except me,” Anna responded with a snort.

Gaspar nodded.

As long as she keeps me satisfied in bed, there won’t be any other women.

Anna’s face was wreathed in smiles when she saw him nod in agreement. She moved his hand away, then swiftly planted a kiss on his lips.

“Sealed with a kiss. If you deceive me, you’re nothing but a sc*mbag.”

He was initially somewhat annoyed that she had kissed him without his permission. However, after hearing what she said, the corners of his lips could not help turning upward into a smile.

Forget it. Getting kissed by her isn’t such a big deal anyway.

“I won’t do that.”

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Over at Nightshire Group in Chanaea, Jason exclaimed, “Arielle? Is that really you?”