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

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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.

a smiling face. “Miss Blackwood, why don’t you name

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smug look on Nora’s face was disgusting. Aveline’s eyebrows

really need to hold onto your dignity? If I were you, I’d let it go. Has no one told you that clinging desperately looks quite pitiful?”

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

the two women argued, the ring flew out of the box, arcing through the air, and landed on the ground

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

the door.

a drop of rain

cold, heartless eyes of Alexander. He still held the black umbrella, with raindrops falling gently from the

wool coat accentuated his sharp and

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

fine texture making her look even slimmer, with a sharp chin that seemed even more pronounced than it had three

was unparalleled in his magnificence, while she was insignificant like

for the ring, froze in place. This ring had been designed by him to her liking–subtle, unique, and the only one of its

it

she wouldn’t have resorted to this, but the precious. possession she treasured was

wasn’t stepping on the ring; he was stepping on all her

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

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expression remained icy, and his frigid gaze fell on Aveline’s frustrated face as he asked coldly, “Are you selling this ring?”

herself from crying. “Yes, Mr. Sterling, are you interested in buying it?”

to you, Aveline. It seems your love

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

perfectly matched under

like

strength to argue further. Even if she wanted to give

fought through the pain and picked up the ring. She returned to

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

like Mr. Sterling, I once considered it my destiny. Now, it’s merely a

was not quite right with her. Sweat was trickling down her pale forehead, and her