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

Chapter 34

Aveline was becoming more and more confused about this man. He changes his face faster than flipping through a book.

In the past, it was him who wanted a divorce, but now whenever divorce is mentioned, it’s still him who changes his expression. Could it be that he has been psychologically disturbed by his sister’s death and is experiencing early menopause?

After Alexander finished washing up and left, Aveline was still lying in bed, leaving him with her back.

There was no affectionate farewell like before, only the sound of a cold door closing.

Aveline knew that her body was too weak these days and it was inconvenient to do anything, so she

didn’t resist much.

The only thing that hasn’t changed in this marriage is the enthusiastic Auntie Helen. Every day, she wears an apron and prepares delicious food for her with a careful hand.

“Madam, I stewed a red date and ginseng soup to nourish your energy and blood today. Please drink

more.”

Aveline smiled gently, “Auntie Helen, can you make some fish soup for me?”

“Alright.”

I remember you used to love playing snowball

I’ll

strange. In the past, Aveline didn’t like eating fish and was quite lively. How come she has been so listless lately, like a frostbitten eggplant? Not to

a tantrum with Alexander, so she didn’t think

few days, and the discomfort in her body gradually diminished. Every day, she would replenish a large amount of protein and blood–enriching ingredients to

blood cells and

Chapter 34

come back to sleep every day, but there was no communication between them. They would

body is much better than a few days

entered Alexander’s study. She was entering the password when

was startled. These days, Auntie Helen would lend her phone to play with

the outside world, but even Benjamin couldn’t find out the

Delilah’s death.

Aveline planned to take a risk

had failed. Unexpectedly, Auntie Helen said, “Madam, the study door

Let me help

her apron and opened the study door. Aveline

her actions.

Helen’s eyes, the two of them were just quarrelling children. How could she know ábout their

“Thank you.”

you thanking me for? I’ll go make fish soup.”