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

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Aveline lowered her head and glanced at the white paper. It was written with the address of a cemetery.

Could it be that his sister had already passed away? But what did her death have to do with her father? Aveline knew Anthony well enough that he would never harm a young girl.

Knowing that the two wouldn’t reveal much, Aveline didn’t press them further and stayed silent on the way to the Sterling residence.

Returning to this familiar place, Aveline’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Jordan politely asked, “Madam, would you like to go inside?”

“No, I’ll wait for him here,” she replied.

Her final encounter with Alexander was limited to their divorce proceedings, and she didn’t want to complicate things. Every tree and every stone in this place carried memories of the two of them, and she

didn’t want to reopen old wounds.

If she had to blame someone, it would be the man who once held her close, afraid of losing her, and

-cherished her in his hands.

Even though he had become increasingly cold, she couldn’t help but remember the good times.

Although she should despise him, she couldn’t bring herself to harden her heart.

The car’s engine remained running, providing her with warmth. Aveline was alone in the car, and her stomach began to hurt again. She curled up into a ball, clutching her knees tightly, crouching on the seat, waiting for dawn,

In winter, the days grew dark early, and the mornings were late to brighten up. Even though it was past 7

AM, the sky was still dim and foggy-

The leaves of the persimmon trees in the yard had long fallen, and her thoughts drifted back to the past.

During the season when the fruits of the persimmon tree ripened, she wanted to eat persimmon, pumpkin seeds, and chicken noodle soup. He climbed the persimmon tree in the yard, which was over ten meters tall, and shook the fruits for her.

The green leaves rustled down like a golden rain, just for her.

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At that time, Alexander was approachable, and he was an excellent cook who doted on her.

As she reminisced, she didn’t realize when she had walked alone to that tree. The persimmon tree remained, but everything else had changed.

leaves had long since fallen, and only a few dry leaves clung to the branches, just like

walked out of the villa and

the tree, with the cold

few days of bad weather, the first rays of morning sunlight fell on her face. Her skin was nearly translucent, like a

still wrapped in gauze, and oddly, she was still wearing

exhausted.

didn’t turn around but knew he had arrived.

“Yes,” he replied.

upon the tall man. They were so close, yet

persimmon, pumpkin seed, and

past

second, he responded coldly. “It’s p the season for persimmon fruit, Aveline. Don’t waste

she muttered, “Can’t I have one last request before

she had seemingly

it, wait till next year, the fruit

Next year…

bark of the tree. She probably wouldn’t have

next year.

you hate me

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“Yes,” he replied.

whispered, “Then… would you be

Boom!

seemed to thunderously strike his heart. Alexander felt a deafening roar in his head, momentarily losing

he regained his composure and said coldly, “It’s just a soup.

watched him walk away, and a slight smile played on

still afraid of my death?”

vengeful thought rose in her mind. She suddenly wondered what his expression would be

be happy

frozen persimmon fruits that had been saved from last year. Alexander efficiently took out the

only felt a deep sense of sorrow. This

last time he would cook for her.

That’s alright.

like leaving behind

fireplace. The

the room.

squat in this spot, roasting sweet potatoes, and the old lady, Mrs. Sterling, would always come when she smelled the fragrance. The old lady treated her well, like

and the elderly Mr. Sterling, not wanting to grieve day and night, had

now cold and empty. The sweet potatoes remained sweet and fragrant, but without the old lady to share them with, Aveline

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roasted sweet potatoes and drinking a

somewhat.