Chapter 253

Maverick carried Giselle away in his arms, berating her... He seemed to be angry. But actually, he was clearly just being tender-hearted. Nancy's gaze always followed their departing figures. She stood here, and it seemed like Maverick didn't glance at her even once. Was she just oxygen to him? Indeed, once he got what he wanted, there was no need to even glance at a counterfeit like her. "Do I look like her?" Nancy suddenly spoke, her voice dipping into melancholy. The only one standing beside her was Joey. His gaze followed Nancy's, coming to rest on the retreating figure of the man with the woman clutching his neck, seemingly whispering something. This wasn't Joey's first time seeing Giselle. He replied, "No, not alike!" Nancy chuckled lightly, "Without even stating who I am comparing myself to, how do you know we're different?" Joey answered, "Even twins have differences, let alone two completely different individuals." "But many people say we resemble each other." Joey's gaze shif