Chapter 839 You Promised To Be My Husband

• Gwendolyn neatly put away her makeup, then looked over at table number 6.
• Her eyes widened slightly. How could she look nothing like the woman in the photo? The woman in the photo had long hair and wore a formal shirt, exuding an aura of mature intellectualism. Now, sitting across from Patrick is a girl who looks no older than twenty, with short hair.
• Dressed in a motorcycle leather jacket, adorned with metallic accessories on his hands and neck, he looked incredibly handsome.