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

Chapter 31

The long–lost nickname rang out, and Aveline seemed to be stunned, maintaining that posture and forgetting to react.

He didn’t know how much he had drunk to get so drunk, as if the two of them had never had a disagreement before, he habitually hugged Aveline.

Being held in his arms, Aveline felt the familiar and warm embrace of the man, which was a great shock

to her.

She tried to maintain her composure and reached out to push him away, but Alexander held her hand

and kissed it.

His lips, full of warmth, gently brushed against the back of her hand, murmuring, “Dear, where did you go? I’ve been looking for you for so long.”

Unable to hold back, tears fell from Aveline’s eyes. It seemed that all the tears of her life had dried up in

this year.

She forced herself to hold back the sadness and asked, “Didn’t you push me away yourself?”

with a hint of alcohol landed on her earlobe. “The person I love the

pushed him away and asked, “Alexander, take a good look at who I am.”

faint light from the yard fell on her face. Alexander saw

confused from

one, whispering, “Aveline, don’t cry. Who bullied you? Hubby will help you beat him to death!”

words were childish, they made Aveline cry even harder. She didn’t know how

he had even a bit of sobriety, he wouldn’t forget his hatred, let

manner.

Chapter 31

embrace, sniffed, and tremblingly asked, “Alexander,

if I died?”

how could

one can escape from birth, aging,

sleep together, and be buried

shirt, with a helpless smile on her lips. “You’re just talking nonsense. I’m afraid that as

holding her hand and placing it on his chest. With no fabric to cover it, his firm and elastic skin pressed against

“Thump, thump, thump.”

was beating fast, like a

you hear it? It beats for you. If