Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 13

Nora, wearing an exquisite white cashmere coat, looked gentle and elegant, her ears adorned with Australian white pearls.

Just her shawl around her neck was worth tens of thousands. The saleswoman quickly approached her. “Mrs. Sterling, is Mr. Sterling not accompanying you to select jewelry today?”

“Mrs. Sterling, we’ve received the latest arrivals. Each piece is suitable for you.

“Mrs. Sterling, the jade you asked me to hold for you has arrived. You should try it on; it will complement your complexion beautifully.

The saleswomen addressed her as “Mrs. Sterling” one after another, and Nora looked at Aveline with a triumphant smile, declaring her victory.

Everyone knew that Alexander doted on her like a treasure, but they didn’t realize that Aveline was the

one he had married officially

Aveline’s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. Why did she have to meet the person she least

wanted to see at her most miserable moment?

Nora gently asked, “Selling such high–quality rings for cash might lead to a significant loss.”

Aveline reached out and took the ring box. Her face turned ashen. “I’m not selling it.”

“Not selling it? What a pity. I quite like this ring, and considering our previous meeting, I was willing to pay a high price for it. Miss Blackwood, aren’t you short of money?”

The way Nora said this made Aveline realize that Nora had exploited her weakness.

The saleswomen around tried to persuade her, “Miss, this is Mr. Sterling’s fiancee, so Miss Blackwood, you can be sure she will give you a good price. You won’t even have to go through our usual process to get the money.”

The repeated use of “Mrs. Sterling” was truly ironic. She had once sworn to herself that she wouldn’t get a divorce, but a year later, she had become the talk of the town. Aveline felt that her marriage to Alexander

had turned into a calculated farce.

approached her with a smiling face. “Miss Blackwood, why don’t you

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disgusting. Aveline’s eyebrows

Do you really need to hold onto your dignity? If

If you’re so fond of taking things, why don’t you

two women argued, the ring flew out of the box, arcing through the air,

retrieve it, but the ring rolled to a pair of exquisitely crafted leather shoes by

the door.

down to pick it up, and a drop of rain fell on her neck, sending a chilling shiver down her spine.

raised her head slowly, meeting the cold, heartless eyes of Alexander. He still held the black umbrella, with raindrops falling gently from the curved canopy

accentuated his sharp and impeccable physique.

as she remembered the first time she saw him. He had been twenty years old, standing in a sunlit field wearing a white shirt, as though he were

even slimmer, with a sharp

unparalleled in his magnificence, while

ring had been designed by him to her liking–subtle, unique, and the only one

he had placed it on her finger, except for removing it during showers, she had

to this, but the precious. possession she

ring; he was stepping on all her precious memories.

“Alexander, you arrived just in time. I saw Aveline selling

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and his frigid gaze fell on Aveline’s frustrated face

to prevent herself from crying. “Yes, Mr. Sterling, are

It seems your love for it wasn’t as deep as

was about to respond when a sharp pain stabbed through her stomach, triggering her nerves. As the tumor grew, the pain had intensified from a mild

so perfectly matched under the bright fluorescent lights, characters

like

no strength to argue further. Even if she wanted to give

and picked up the ring. She returned to the counter,

in front of Alexander, even though she was on the verge of passing out from pain. She maintained her determined stride

Mr. Sterling, I once considered it my

not quite right with her. Sweat was trickling