"She was so beautiful Belle—I mean Beatrix!" Elisah exclaimed with excitement, her eyes glowed with amazement as it continued to stare at Faith Vienne. "But she doesn't look like you, Beatrix!" She threw me a quick glance before she focused her undivided attention back on the baby. Her last remark plunged me into a swirling thought, for the first time I asked myself if my daughter doesn't look like me then who?
Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-Wife
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