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

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

The bathroom door was forcefully pushed open, startling Aveline, who had just finished fixing her hair. She looked at him nervously and said, “You…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Alexander’s bare upper body, his strong physique unexpectedly intruding into her field of vision.

Even though they almost had a child together and hadn’t seen each other for over a year, Aveline still felt a bit uncomfortable seeing him like this. She quickly averted her gaze.

His shadow loomed over her cheek, his unique scent carrying a hint of warmth. Aveline instinctively curled up her body, staring at him warily. “What do you want?”

Alexander slowly bent down, his deep black eyes fixed on her pale cheek as he asked, “You said you were sick before. What kind of illness did you have?”

Aveline met his inquisitive gaze, feeling a mix of emotions.

Those eyes were not mocking, disdainful, or cold. He genuinely cared about her condition.

In that moment, Aveline’s emotions were complicated. She suddenly had a thought, would Alexander feel

even the slightest bit guilty about what he had done if she told him now?

Seeing her hesitation, Alexander lowered his body even more, their distance now within arm’s reach. His

gaze seemed to see through everything.

Speak,” he

panicked, feeling extremely nervous. She licked her lips and said,

exclusive ringtone, and

year.

whenever he heard that ringtone, no matter what Alexander

ringtone elsewhere, it made her both nervous and

that ringtone felt like a bucket of cold water being poured on her, leaving her icy

to toe.

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to be hurt so many times, she was just asking for

had changed. The internal struggle in her heart quietly

a cold and stayed in the hospital for a few days.”

their new home, so he assumed she had caught a cold during those

since they last had contact. He had no idea she was hospitalized.

control the slight pain, as if being pricked

had become so

but

him to speak

in the past, Alexander. We’ve reached the point where we can’t stand each other