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.

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

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was disgusting. Aveline’s eyebrows furrowed.

up. “Aveline, you’re already at your wits end. Do you 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

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

out of the box, arcing through the

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

the door.

and a drop of rain fell on her neck, sending

head slowly, meeting the cold, heartless eyes of Alexander. He still held the

accentuated his sharp and impeccable physique.

wearing a white shirt, as

wearing a knitted sweater, her fine texture making her look even slimmer, with a sharp chin

while she was insignificant

froze in place. This ring had been designed by him to her liking–subtle,

except for removing it

wouldn’t have resorted to this, but the precious.

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

you arrived just in time. I saw Aveline selling her

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remained icy, and his frigid gaze fell on Aveline’s frustrated face as he asked coldly, “Are you

back her tears, clenching her lips to prevent herself from crying. “Yes, Mr. Sterling, are

how important this ring was to you, Aveline. It seems your love for it wasn’t as deep as you claimed.

triggering her nerves. As the tumor grew, the pain had intensified from a mild discomfort to a

so perfectly matched under the bright fluorescent lights,

like

no strength to argue further. Even if she wanted to give him her whole heart, a man who

fought through the pain and picked up the ring. She returned to the counter, retrieving the box.

to appear weak in front of Alexander, even though she was on the verge of passing out from

like Mr. Sterling, I once considered

quite right with her. Sweat was trickling