Chapter 4: Marrying for someone else?

He is very tall and looks very handsome in his white shirt.

His face looked pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

However, his appearance was not sealed by such morbidity, but rather revealed a wild and unruly temperament in his bones.

In particular, his three-dimensional facial features are as handsome as if carved by a knife, making him unforgettable at first sight.

Is this man Ferdinand, the second young master of Clemens Family?

She couldn't help but look him up and down for a moment. Did these people have any misunderstandings about the word ugly?

He is a strong man, how could he have any disability?

Not to mention living to 28, even living to 100 is no problem!

Zenobia released the snow wolf.

Although the Snow Wolf was relieved, his eyes were still full of dissatisfaction and aggression.

Ferdinand raised his voice a notch: "Come here."

The snow wolf immediately gave up its attack, walked over to the man, and lay down at his feet.

As if she was afraid of being punished by her master, she pulled up the corner of his trousers as if to please him.

This scene shocked Zenobia very much. The snow wolf, which was full of murderous intent just now, instantly turned into a well-behaved husky in front of Ferdinand.

She had never seen a snow wolf submit to a human.

Ferdinand glanced at it, and the snow wolf walked out with its head down. When it reached the door, it turned back to look at Zenobia, with a fierce look in its eyes that showed a bit of unwillingness.

Zenobia raised her eyebrows slightly, haha, this is to make a note of her.

Ferdinand looked at her, with a bit of awe-inspiring heroic spirit in his eyes. Under his seemingly calm eyes, there was a fierce look. He raised his thin lips and said, "You are not Pamela."

His aura was very compelling, dangerous, and oppressive.

Zenobia's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect that he would be able to see through her identity so easily.

She pursed her red lips and admitted generously: "I am Pamela's sister, Zenobia."

Ferdinand looked at her. She was not tall, and had a delicate and cute appearance, but she was too thin and not very tall, only reaching below his shoulders.

It was so small that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard to believe that such a tiny creature could fight a wolf with its bare hands.

Not only that, but they also had the upper hand.

It was hard to combine the calm and murderous her who had just faced the mastiff. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Marrying in place of others? You are quite courageous!"

Zenobia swallowed, feeling a sense of oppression enveloping her in an instant.

From the moment this man entered the room, the atmosphere of the whole room was driven by him.

She had no idea what he was thinking, but she knew that he must have ordered the snow wolf to attack her.

She didn't know what his purpose was.

But from his cold eyes, she could tell that he was not satisfied with her.

Suddenly, Ferdinand approached her.

A faint scent of sandalwood lingered in her nostrils, and her heart beat wildly, inadvertently thinking of the strange man that night five years ago.

They smell somewhat similar.

While she was distracted, the man suddenly raised his arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up, and they both fell onto the bed.

In just a moment, he pressed her under him, tightly against her.

Zenobia's breathing hitched, and she pushed him subconsciously.

She thought that she had been locked up in a mental hospital for more than five years and her heart had become as hard as a rock. But now, looking into his eyes, her heart was not so calm.

She was marrying for someone else, but she never thought about sacrificing her body.

What's more, she was no longer a virgin five years ago. If he found out, it would only bring unnecessary trouble.

The man lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. His low, cold voice was a little lazy: "The Lopez Family really went to great lengths to get a 10 million betrothal gift. Even if you have to be a widow, you still want to marry in her place?"

Zenobia took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes. "Mr. Clemens, it's not good for you to curse yourself like this. You won't die, and I won't be a widow. Perhaps, I can help you."

Ferdinand lifted a strand of her hair, and his overly handsome face looked a little cold.

"Oh? You also know medicine?" There was an unspeakable abstinence in his bones that was so captivating, and there was a sense of danger in his ending tone.